It smelled like chicken

Can anyone hear me? Can anyone see?
This pain that surrounds me, will inevitably be,
the turn that surrounds me,
and causes my death.
I'm trying too hard.
I will give up and go.
I am getting run over.
I am always standing strong.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes.
I am alone. Standing here.
I smell like chicken.
It runs up through my nostrils and into my head.
At last peace surrounds me.
Get up and go. You'll always be late.
She said, "You're worth nothing."
I nodded in agreeance.