I’ve been wearing my doubts like a woven thread, Frayed at the edges, but holding instead. They pull and tug, but I’m starting to see, The quieter I get, the more I feel free. And it’s loud, so loud, But I’m learning to turn it down. I’m not the voice in my head, I’m not the things that I’ve said. I’m just a man in a frame, Trying to find my own name. I’ve been painting my scars in colors I hate, Trying to fix what I didn’t break. But the cracks are where the light gets in, And I’m starting to love the mess I’m in. And it’s loud, so loud, But I’m learning to turn it down. I’m not the voice in my head, I’m not the things that I’ve said. I’m just a man in a frame, Trying to find my own name. I’m not chasing, I’m not hiding, I’m just here, and it’s enough. The noise fades, and I’m reminded, I’m already loved.