What's in a name,
What's in a name?
Could it be pleasure?
Possibly pain.
M is for malice,
Monster, mouse.
The first letter of my name,
That's what I think about.
A is for the asshole,
Whom I've never met.
The reason for my name,
The reason I hate it.
Y is all the yelling,
I've done inside my brain.
Made up confrontations,
The things I've planned to say.
K is makes the sound
Of the things he never was.
Kind, caring, compasionate,
He doesn't even know I exist I bet.
E is everything I wish I knew
The tid bits, the facts, the thoughts in his head,
Who he really really is,
Never asking, I wonder instead.
L is for love that I already have,
My mommy, my daddy, my brothers, and friends,
Have showed me that compassion and love never ends.
While my daddy is mine, and always will be,
Another I would never ask for,
At times I long, and wish to know,
The man I am named after.
A has two meanings for me,
One is filled with bitter disdain
Another reminds me,
The uniqueness of my name.
I love it I hate it, I would never change it.
It will be with me,
ALWAYS.
M-A-Y-K-E-L-A
