Brought to Bay

I’m brought to bay
Squirming in the corner
I feel as if I were a broken figure of clay
I have pulled a boner

I’m groping blindly
I have gone astray
People around are standing by idly
They consider me to be but a prey

But I will strike first
If you close in on
You’d better get lost
Otherwise you’ll be gone

I seem to be mentally ill
As you may say
But remember, one has a right to kill
If he is brought to bay