I am no one
There is no one that is myself
so how can I be free
from that image, a reflection
holding my hands and mouth
bound by the distortion
of the glass mirror
There is no one, no one here
so how can anyone
scream, begging for liberty
no one is here to stop them
from stopping themselves
all of liberty is but an illusion
All that anyone has are
walls taken for granted
by glass, broken glass, clear glass
reflecting glass that mimics whatever is in front it
so that no one can see how hollow the blocks are
or whether there is a wall at all