My family has always been strange in that we rename everything And it always made sense to me They called me something different depending on how I was acting They've always done it Except... I'm the only one whose nickname changes Depending on whether I'm snarky and salty and full of Puck-like mirth or I'm depressed and growling and listless or I'm light and smiling and childlike, pure joy
and they never overlap and I wonder which is the real me? I wake up and instantly know which kind of day it will be depending On who I wake up as and it seems that most people can't tell the differences between me and... me.
I've always told people that it doesn't matter what they call me- I often don't recognise myself in the first place Eventually I'll figure out who they refer to anyway.