In sociopolitical cubes, we're staged,
Transparent walls, yet feelings caged,
We see through them, yet we wear,
The chains of expectations, under the public's glare.

Ever striving, striving to be free,
From these glass prisons of decree,
We long to break, to sever ties,
With shackled norms that societal box applies.

Yet within confines, we find our might,
Against the glass we write,
Our quiet rebellion, our silent scream,
Imprinted on panes of the societal dream.

Through the glass, the world we see,
Yet within it, we yearn to be free,
In these structured chambers, we find our place,
And challenge the confines with grace.