Hollow Tolerance

You get used to being in the hollow place.

You forget what it's like outside.

You tolerate your circumstance.

Still, there is a magnetic push away from the place.

Still, you know it is only a stained-glass masquerade.

Still, you take any opportunity to visit outside.

It is a constant search finding ways to delay return.

Lies come natural with reward being an out.

Even temporary leave is better than nothing.

The hollow place is hard to pinpoint.

The hollowness is not seen, only experienced.

It is a cloud of feeling:

Feeling like you must bend to every rule...

Feeling even that which should be sacred is merely plastic ritual.

Feeling a single "wrong" attribute makes you sub-human.

Feeling oppression in the facade of freedom.