Hope. haha.
Hope.
i'm pretty sure i know a thing
or two about that.

MY name.
doesn't define me.
I think i know everything.
I act like i'm always right.
but I don't. and i'm NOT.
I haven't got a clue.

it doesn't define me.

Empty promises?
I'm full of 'em.
Unwhole truths?
those too.

It will never define me.
Short temper?
Oh yes.
Short fuses?
definitely.

Furied-Spiteful-Bitter-words.
You bet.
Shameful-Hasty-Miserable-words.
all included...
Fired by contempt that consumes me.

Do I wish to be more like my name?
Undoubtedly...
Do i wish to change?
Undeniably.

i wish to be someone else.
but-

It's not like wishing.
I'll never know
the end of it.
Wishes have endings.