The "Lessons" Set

I've been going through a gloomy period recently. Gloomy mood = gloomy poems. I've written two over the last two days that I love. I think they're starting a series. I'll either call the set "Lessons" or "They." I haven't decided yet.

Here's the first one:

Lessons in Perfection

bolted down, tied in place
bound and gagged for silence
brain washed clean, then taught anew
trapped without a chance

her tongue is frozen, it cannot move
hatred burns her eyes
if They see, They do not care
feeding her endless lies

as she fights, ropes cut her skin
and They push her back in place
shoved in a mold she cannot fill
while They cover up her face

no strength left, she's waning thin
her fire is sputtering out
They tie her up and beat her down
conform to us,” They shout

she's bolted down, and tied in place
bound and gagged for silence
her brain is clean of Their lessons and lies
but she's trapped without a chance

I don't usually do weird things with capitalization, but in this set I wanted to prove that They is a real entity. I wanted a contrast in how important this group is. Here's the second poem:

Lessons in Silence

They rip her heart wide open
and all her words spill out
all those words she was trying to hide
of her anger, pain, and doubt

like puddles they form, deepen and grow
until she begins to drown
struggling to live, she tries to scream
but They push her head back down

words like water fill her lungs
and tie her tongue to the floor
she cannot breathe and cannot move
but still They call for more

tears join her words to kill her
though they're her pleas for aid
They can see, but They don't care
They love that she's afraid

This poem comes from the fact that I have a deep problem "rocking the boat." I refuse to tell people what I'm thinking until it pours out and I am drowned.

Those are the two poems I have so far. What do you think?