My army uniform is heavier than a whale.

My uniform is ugly like a dead.

My army jacket zips every time before the fight. 

These colors are as depressing as war. 

These symbols are perturbing as death.

My uniform conveys the sadness and misery l felt.

My fabric expressed the same fear I had.

The buttons of my uniform pop through the holes. 

This uniform was armor on the battlefield.

My uniform represents the professionalism I had. 

My uniform is like a prison, it keeps me locked away from everything I ever wanted.