My Own Song

For years, I let other people’s voices drown out mine. I lived life quietly, hidden behind chords composed by someone else, melodies that felt empty, dissonant, and out of tune. Until one day, exhausted by pretending, I reached deep into the silence, like John Cage’s 4’33”.

In that gentle stillness, a note emerged, soft at first, tentative yet unafraid. Then another, clearer and louder, resonating with authenticity. My song grew, bold with truth, shaped by emotional grit. Every scar, every joy, every broken dream became a lyric of quiet resilience.

Now, my voice stands unmasked, vibrant, and unapologetically honest. Each note I sing echoes freedom, freedom to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely myself.

I’ve learned this: authenticity is the greatest music of all. It takes emotional grit to sing it, courage to live it. But once found, it's impossible to silence.

And so here I am, my own melody, fearless, real, and beautifully true.

Tattoo-worthy line:

"In a world full of noise, I became my own song."