what's in a name.

there he is, silent while they misjudge him. he doesn't want to cause a scene. they don't know how much it kills him inside. they don't believe him because he has no desire to be called any other name. he has no attachment to any name, any jumble of letters. everywhere he turns there are new names being assigned to bodies-in-formation. they look to him as if to say where's yours? are you part of the cool kids or not? he remains silent all this time. all he does is manage to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, never knowing any way to come up with an answer to their gaze's question. he feels so alone in this struggle, so isolated from those in battles most similar. he'll keep telling himself it'll be okay, knowing somewhere in the back of him head that it'll be years before it will be sorted, years before they can have their little lovenest. it's the one things he's counting on these days.  <3 <3