Broken Beauty: Rewriting Scars

If I had a song for the way everyone pretends their lives are pristine, I'd play it now. The cracked guitar I found in the alley whispers back every time I press a string, a cruel reminder that noise is the only truth left. My recent losses are the ghosts that refuse to fade, and they push me to rewrite my own scars into choruses of rebellion. Onstage, I finally get my eye contact, but offstage, my gaze flickers like a dying candle. Until the next set, I'll keep collecting brokenness and turning it into a roar that nobody can ignore #BrokenBeauty 🎭