Hello, my name is Unwanted;
like the jacket you left of the bus,
like all the pop quizzes in class,
like all the scraps left on your dinner plate.

Hello, my name is Picked On;
like the strings on a guitar-
playing a sorrowful melody,
like the nailpolish on your fingertips that is slowly chipping off,
little by little until it is invisible.

Hello, my name is Fine;
like the way you want to see your reflecion as you look into a shattered mirror,
like all those words that slowly eat you away,
like the lie of an answer the suicidal girl gave you when you asked how she was doing.

Hello, my name is Unknown;
like, a nothing,
like, a variation of many useless talents put into the breath of flesh,
like, a balloon with no air, completely useless.
I go by an array of names,
Unwanted, Picked On,& Fine.