CORPORATE

I let you confine me to a cubicle

name-plate me

ring a tag around my neck - 

my ID crisis

Define who I am

According to your will

Assess me on your weighing scales

One to ten

Place me somewhere at five

Permanently

So I don't get way above you

Where you cannot reach

Or way below

To be of any use

To hold me there

You open your toolbox

Each turn a new tool:

For a laugh 

It could be a cold shoulder

For queries it could be 

A mute

Explanations?

A deaf ear

Yes....I let you

Passively 

Hold me captive

Patiently still

While you clip my wings

Wondering all the time

"But what can you do

About the quietly growing wisdom

In my mind.....??"