Analysis of My Wrapper

I have nothing in this world,
Only a polished wrapper hook around my tiny waist

That wrapper is all that is left,
It has sworn to hold on till the end of time

...I fear, I fear the fearful trill of the world
pulling it from both ends

A fearful creak is heard!
 creak, creak again and again

Something is dropping from my waist;
It has gone a bit beyond my belly button

From there comes a boisterous breeze
To make me filth of the world

...my nakedness is at risk
like a stake on Betking...

When your bones are broken
like a broken bridge
All to do is watch in shiver,
Yes, watch in shiver
And wince in uncertainty...

Life, let go of my polished wrapper:
Already, my life has been a hapless hustle

What do you see in me that I do not see about my wretched self?

...time to come,
You will seek me here,
Seek me there,
...everywhere
 like the Frenchies for the Scarlet Pimpernel
And I will not be in the poisoned places you'd been.