Loud guitars and screaming vocals surprisingly caught my ears during my teenage years
I learned how to mosh at the summer festivals because it would be a bummer if I didn’t know what to do in the pit
Later in high school, I wanted the indie spirit as I immersed myself in bands that weren’t swimming in the mainstream
I chilled out a bit and got more in tune with dynamics
Next came the monochrome clothes and delay pedals
I found the beauty in instrumentals and musical complexity in the post-rock landscape
Somewhere down the line, I embraced fast acoustic music played with dyed hair and mohawks
I found out you can still be punk even when unplugged
While I enjoyed those genres at one point, I realized I never belonged
There were some associates, but I realized in hindsight how insecure people were and how insecure I was
Despite avoiding the top 40, I was still trying to fit in for the wrong reasons
If only I could make a scene where I can belong
Only an osprey made me realize to be myself more often no matter how avant-garde I got
