Mae's guchas.

[muddycolor_hope]

I woke up one morning and had a name.
I knew it very well.
My name was Amy.
I have always been told
it was giving to me by my dad;
he simply decided Amy sounded good.
But the day when my dad left,
I felt like my name did also.
I used to think my name was pretty,
becuase it also meant friend.
Now it's warn, and ugly.
I've always fashioned myself a new name.
One no one has heard before.
Maybe someday i'll think of it.