Plastic Freedom

I have come to the conclusion that I am a pacer

 Crafting carefully worded thoughts

And following up with how these thoughts look

Or at least how they make me look.

Plastered on an imaginary wall with a plastic shield

 So that when that inevitable feeling of regret comes

And I want to take my -once private- thought down

 My hands are incapable.

 My cuffs are plastic

 With the exception of a keyhole,

 That’s just missing.