⭐Stitched in Joy⭐

They laugh when I say it’s more than a suit, Just cardboard dreams and a little glue. They don’t see the hours, the cuts on my hands, Or the mirror fights trying to look like I can. They say “grow up,” say “why do you care?” Like joy’s only valid if it’s dressed in a tie and a chair. But every stitch tells a story they missed— This isn’t pretending… it’s remembering who I am. I wore their silence like armor too long, Hid what I loved just to prove I was strong. But strength isn’t hiding, it’s showing your scars— And choosing to shine like your favorite star. This is fabric and foam and fearless joy, Turning lonely nights into something deployed. I become who I love, and I love who I see— When the mask goes on, I finally feel free. Call it childish, call it strange, But I found myself when I chose to play. This isn’t escape—this is me deployed, Stitched together, alive with joy. Con floors buzzing like a heartbeat loud, Strangers smile like “hey, I know you now.” Borrowed confidence, borrowed names, But the courage underneath is still my flame. They don’t see the friends that I met by chance, Or how a costume taught me how to stand. In someone else’s boots, I learned my pace— I wasn’t lost… I was finding my place. If loving this makes me out of line, Then I’ll redraw the rules every time. Because passion is power, joy is loud— And I’m done being small in a faceless crowd. This is fabric and foam and fearless joy, Turning broken days into something deployed. I become who I love, and I love who I see— When the mask goes on, I finally feel free. Call it silly, call it fake, But this is the bravest leap I’ve ever made. This isn’t escape—this is me deployed, Stitched together, alive with joy. Maybe I hid behind the seams at first, Because being myself felt like it hurt. But now I stand in the light I made, Not pretending—just unafraid. This is sweat and glue and sleepless nights, Turning self-doubt into stage-lit fights. I don’t need their approval or noise— I found my voice stitched in joy. From the first rough cut to the final pose, I built something real that finally shows: This isn’t escape—this is me deployed, Fully alive. Fully mine. Stitched in joy. So if you see me dressed as a dream— Just know I’ve never felt more like me.