There is no image – the hint is in the last line! 😉

I relate to you this, my life so frail
I’m trapped and controlled, so rescue me please
I would go in circles and chase my tail
Would I get a bonus or badly miss?
Skinny as heck I eat but don’t excrete
I expand and I keep getting bigger
Soon in this tiny world I will not fit
Life can be a maze but it’s sometimes clear
I slide about, swerve, contort my body
Those who say the world is round are liars
I am sadly my own worst enemy
Or worst, a clone of me – are we brothers?
These suicidal numbers control my spine
One, two, three, four, six, seven, eight and nine