One Word : Cage

I was not free.  Didn’t matter that the cage was of my own making, the walls were solid, impenetrable, and too high to scale.  All that was left was to pretty it up, this prison.  So I painted, and hung curtains, and adjusted the light just right.  Throwing shadows to disguise the no escape, the no door out, no window to let in the honeysuckle wind.