I am bound by words and books.
Stuck inside a social circle. All gaps closed. No escape.
The air I breathe is as fake as the smile across my face.
I must stay clean and presentable, so no nose upturns in my presence.
My aroma must be that of a rose I shall never touch.
I am all chemicals.
Time is no longer mine. It is held captive by those who wielded my chains.
I need the blue skies and bright stars. The soil of the ground holds my nourishment.
I am dying without oxygen from the greenery.
I am dying to be free.