Maybe He's Misdirected Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Disrupted too often,
So now the thoughts have become stale
The tone whiny,
Lamenting on how they'll send the bills, but won't include the explanations
Maybe he's misdirected,
Going through the motions,
Providing stock answers,
Upset that he always feels crippled by SOMETHING
They haven't listened to him, nor can they hear him,
So his answers remain in silence, someday hoping to break out of solitary