Oppression and suppression go hand in hand like friend and foe, bound to me for reasons unknown. My existence is one of redundant constraint and entrapment. Terrorized of peeping eyes, yet desperate to be recognised and distinguished. Like a caged animal in a glass enclosure, utterly at the mercy of its keepers. Completely at liberty to feel the sun kiss its inept skin through that vessel, yet cruelly restricted to experience much else.
The very substance which allows it such freedoms is a malicious master.
Ever the predicament.
Ever the contradiction.