Thats my name

This is more of a personal piece but I feel that every poem has a touch of a persons strong opinions or thoughts.

Kalisto. Thats my name. I don’t know why. Nor do I care. All I know is that it doesn’t seem to fit me. Kalisto….it sounds happy, upbeat, beamish. Thats not me. I’m not happy, I’m terrible, devastating, mortifying. I’m living a lie. And its getting harder and harder to keep up with it. My life...people think I’m happy-go-lucky, that the highlight of my day is being around people. No, I’m not a people person. Somedays I hate people...other days...I still hate people. I’m stuck between the whole ¨Treat others how you want to be treated.” and ¨Treat people how they treat you.¨ People say I have no respect for anyone. Thats a lie, I cleary respect myself. People make me want to say ¨Congratulations, now I hate you.¨ I’m different. Very different. I know I’m the best because people that I don’t even know hate me. I learned to love myself over time. I love Kalisto….even though don't know where it came from or why my parents named me that. 

I don’t really care. I don’t know why, but that’s my name.

Kalisto.