I sit in the place
Where a man is usually sent
For doing or saying things
That really weren’t meant
I am sent here to repent
To sulk and to brood
For being insensitive and non-caring
Obnoxious or rude
Starved of all emotion
And only served looks that are frozen
Fed just deserts of distasteful emotions
That have carefully been chosen
My apologetic whimpers are lost
In the deafening silence around
And my pleading sad eyes
Are forced to stare at the ground
Sent to this place
For my so-called bad behavior
This time it will take more than chocolate and flowers
To act as my savior