Behind the Song
The Story
I became the loud version of a hurting person.
Parties, jokes, drinking, skating, girls, confidence, swagger, stories — that became my armor. People saw energy. They didn’t see emptiness.
The louder I got, the more I could hide what was underneath me: loneliness, anger, insecurity, confusion, and pain I never dealt with.
I became someone people noticed, but not someone people knew.