Clay
Trapped in a cage
Made of shadows
I cannot break out
Double vision
Illusions of light
Reflections so false
Lies told to protect
Image is everything
Nothing else matters
Chains shown as jewelry
Bars as supports
Truth suppressed like desire
Desire to be unique
Molds cannot fit
Strange morphing things
Cages care naught
One fits all shapes
Expanding and contracting
Smothering inhabitants
Forcing conformity
Molded at last