Stained glass windows

I can see his mind through panes of glass
Stained glass windows that I remember
From the days of my youth
And all I can think of is deception
And repression I experienced
A million years ago

Mary has a lot to answer for
While I stood shackled until I was 14
Thorns in my side, in two minds
I don't remember smiling all that much

I've filtered many banks of knowledge
Through those heavy wooden doors
Barricades I have only ever sought
To break through
Watering my insight down
With every breath I took
Until I was quite hollow
Quite typical

I could never follow my path
While adhering to theirs
And when he smiles I remember my own suffering
My own insecurity
At the hands of a social mind

I will never be myself again.