Named


My name is Quiet.
My name is Hopeless.
My name is Different.
My name is Weird.
My name is Snob.
My name is damaged, reckless, lost.

My name is not.
My name is forgotten.

The things we are told are the things we start to believe.
The things we are told are the things we start to see.

What they name us are not our names.
They play with our lives like they are playing games.

My name is Thoughtful.
My name is Hopeful.
My name is Strengthened through the fire, free, eyes in search of a smile.

Your name is Important.
Your name is desired.
Your name is Loved.

The words they tell us are not always true, your only name is what you will believe about you.
What is your name?

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