Freedom
Without my filters
Who am I?
I talk loudly in class
I never hold back my sass
I scream out loud
I push my way through the crowd
I never smile when I don’t want to
I show off that I grew
I tell people how I feel
I ride on top of the ferris wheel
I never pretend I’m having a good time
I cut in line
I jump out of planes
And cheat on board games
I ask them why
I learn to fly
I’m free as hell
You can be free as well
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