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

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