I have many names
Some are real some are fake

Some made up and some hurtful
Some to tell me they think I'm beautiful

I hear them all the time
Each and every day

Who knows when another will pass my way

I don't always know what to think
And never what to say

But I think I want more nicknames anyway

I repeat them in the dark
And think I now them all

Until someone tells me I haven't learned them all

I know some are sweet
But some make me sad

But I know the bullies try to just make me made

My Mom calls me nice
My Dad says everyone comes with a price

My friends say I am crazy
And my parents call me lazy

I know I'm just scared
Even though I'm shielded in confidence

I just want to know
What would I call myself?