You're faced with hollowness but still you're well adorned . Your bright eyes reflecting vogues that define your rearrangements. This pleasure for rebellion is not unexpected and becomes an empty call, an unheard call, inside this structure. You were taught to yell, so you yell. You construct your image as the deconstruction of a generation, and you're nothing new. You are a cage to symbolism just as your symbolism is a cage. But does it matter?
You are a beautiful toy for us to play as we too are played with.