End of the Month Meeting

The domineering woman with a powerful voice
Is already up to shush me
Into a cloud of numbness.
I am sickly green
Like struck down by a truck
Shrunk down in my seat barely human,
Anger welling up,
Sweat drops down my face.

I got stuff out of my system;
Incomprehensible things in a hissing tone.
I just did it and paid the price,
Now I'm silent and sullen as a flat tire.

The almost invisible me
Saying stupid things in order to be accepted
While earning a little coin,
Propelled to a dark silent world
Like a foul odor.