Is freedom an illusion?
Is freedom an illusion, a trial from within?
A challenge to our own self-constraint?
There are bindings and the masks,
The shrouds we all wear, who am I?
The bite and the venom, sharp discipline,
Black kohl, emerald shade, red paint,
Blue cameo, shock heels, shattered farce.
Why hide? Why bow? Why reply?
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