An Eggshaped Existence

I am an egg, that's no joke
The tall man made me, crushed me, and deformed me.
Now I could die, with a single poke.
It's an eggshaped existence, that is the key.

Perhaps it is better, perhaps it is fine.
To live a torture.
To live a life, almost divine.
To have great power and no allure.

Out of my one eye I can see.
Through my broken shard, a little hole.
That the world is twisted, just like me.
Perhaps this is my role.