There is a girl inside of me who is locked up in a cage.
Frightened, anxious, scared, insecure, weak, submissive…..this may be all the terms that sums up her emotions. She fully devotes herself to the desire of this society; she does it perfectly by desperately trying to fit in. Actually, she fits in perfectly. As the society sells her dissatisfaction, she buys it and devotes all her being in order to create satisfaction of herself so the society will accept her. Guess what. she is part of th society, and everyone accepts her.
You guys would be wondering why is she in a cage if she already fits in?
simple.
To other people, she seems like a girl who fits in perfectly but she is dying inside. She detests the materialistic culture she lives in. She sees the shallow aspects of the world. The anomie. The realization of how hard being a proper human is. Proper human in terms of acting as if you fit in the definition of normal perfectly. Looking good and ice coating with pretty stuff when inside, there are so many scars.
The cage is the society and the pressure…. the girl is trapped between being true to herself while she is barricaded my such a strong force.
She is imprisoned by her society.
Through the imprisonment, you are deindividualized: lose connection with your soul.
I see her clearly inside of me, behind the cold rusted bars.