burst

irritation

pops

loudly

with a burst against the silence.

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Freedom

There is freedom in being you,

in wearing your clothes,

pouring out your personality into your identity.

There is freedom in the way you zip up the boots,

or pull on the jacket,

and present yourself to the world

on a wintery night.

There is freedom in the way you give in

to all the things you never wanted to begin with,

Turning into the mirrors of stereotypes

we begin to covet freedom