Upon reaching adolescence many test subjects take a turn. They beat upon their now-steel bars, attempt to climb from their pens, and scream for clemency and sanctuary in the same breath. Four walls close in, their previous job description changed, and impel the prisoner to stay in this cube. Every once in a while he or she is released - to eat, to move, to grasp sporadically at freedom, yearning to experience, to feel, to express. The enclosure is perceived as justified.
Teenagers are forever captives of their parents, the schools, the system.
If they yell, no one hears. If they dress a certain way, they are not normal. If they listen to a certain type of music, something is wrong with their ears. The oppressor tells them it is wrong, society views them as errors, flaws in the road map of mankind, a glitch in the matrix, because they lack a category. These actions, thoughts, a perceived rebellion against normalcy, are an attempt to convey the inside to the outside, but for these crimes we are imprisoned.