I’m gasping for air because of this image you’re suffocating me with-
Scolding me! Reprimanding me!
-always telling me to behave, to stay quiet, and to smile.
I’m beyond your portrait of perfection; the thinner I have thrust upon it is blurring the lines and mixing the colors.
Freedom feels so much better than being bound by your rules.
The difference between you and me is that I’m not afraid to let go of everything and plummet because I embrace the freedom of the fall.