They put the screws to me

I'm just a sea-sick sailor
somnolent and sorry;
dishevelled and escorted
I've been deemed a failure;
and I have been reported
and it all got back to her...

however, may I,
tight-jaw add:
I have seen the beauty

the sun still shines
and I am glad
I can still be me!

They tightened the screws
on my views
of You
-a little to tight
til the points
broke through

to the other side
of my 'about-face'
but my smile is
firmly
screwed in place.

Did they know
what they were doing
when they did
all that screwing?

They could fix the job
Put back my temper
but my frontal lobe
would still remember