"What is your name?"
Someone asks
And fear grips me
For I do not know.
Say one name
And be a liar.
Say the other
And be scared they'll tell.
My birth name
Is what I tell them.
For I'm too scared to let them know
If my family finds out
I'm done for.

This poem is written because, for those of you that don't know if you read this, I am transgender and not out to family yet, nor do I think is possible before I move out of their house. When I'm interacting with people outside of my family, I'm always unsure whether I should tell them my birth name, or the name I chose for myself that I go by with close friends who are supportive, Oliver.

On another note, my dogs have woken me up at 4 in the morning after I was getting some very nice sleep for the first time ever, so I let them sleep with me and now I can't get any more sleep. :/ *sigh* oh well. I'll keep trying now, Oliver out!