My Name

It's about finding yourself. For who in this world hasn't had to search to find what's been in front of them all along?

My name is Youth.
I am young,
I am strong,
I am happy.
I am a child,
I am imaginative,
And I am content.
Yet I sense an unhappy world
Lurking just outside.

Please, oh please,
Won't you tell me my name?

My name is Transition.
I used to be strong,
But I'm not so sure now.
I used to be happy,
But now I feel something lurking,
Waiting to pull me from my past
And into the cruel future.

Please, oh please,
Won't you tell me my name?

My name is Anger.
Someone stole my strength!
I had it before,
But it's gone!
All my strength, all my happiness,
They took it!
And I want it back,
So I won't feel
So alone anymore.

Please, oh please,
Won't you tell me my name?

My name is Sadness.
I'm alone.
No one I know understands me.
I'm weak.
I'm depressed.
I'm worthless.
And I'm afraid.

Please, oh please,
Won't you tell me...

Why bother to ask?
You don't know who I am.
For if I don't know,
How can you?

I look around and I see
That none of us
Really know who
We are yet.
We're just wandering,
Faceless,
Nameless,
A lump of clay,
Yet to be molded.

And yet,
In looking around,
I start to get a sense
Of what makes me different.
Perhaps that's who
I am.
What makes me unique,
What makes me stand out,
What makes me shine
From the humdrum background
Of life.
I'm not perfect,
But I have my strengths,
And my weaknesses.
And I'm content with that.

My name is Me.

So, please, oh please,
Won't you tell me your name?

Author's Note

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