“Inside Out”
I don't know what's wrong with me. But something is breaking out. It's as if my inner self - unrestrained, loud, colorful, painful - doesn't want to hide anymore. This chaos of colors is not paint. It's thoughts, emotions, memories. Things I have never said out loud. I'm tired of keeping it inside.
For a long time I tried to be a face - smooth, quiet, controlled. But the real me sprouted through the cracks. My silence is already a scream. My face is a battlefield between who I was and who I am afraid to become.
This is not a confession. It's more like an eruption. I did not ask for this. But I can't hold it back any longer. I am coming out from the inside to the outside. Even if it hurts. Even if it's ugly. Because authenticity is not always beautiful. But it is alive.
