Through a hole the size of an apple
He can see light in the distance
Faintly though it may be
He can hear the merrymaking and joy
Trapped in a box of four walls and a community
A Hegelian dialectic is playing out
Between that which is expected
And that which is rejected
Like a spring between two fingers
Pressed into strained submission
Glass is ground to a fine dust
Caught between two great millstones
Shackled into uniformity
Quivering quietly under crippling conformity
A personality entombed
A person camouflaged
And yet, there he is
Standing tall in plain sight
Behind the smile stretched across his face exists
An empty shell of a person hiding a decaying heart.