i wrote this months ago when i felt bad and it's not particularly good but i wasnt sure what else i should put here yet as it was the only digitized poem i ahd on hand

name, name

they call my name

but, nonetheless

their attempts are in vain

the noise in my mind

does not gain

i nod at the order

i bow at the command

but to a name

i mustn't nod

nor bow

is it x?

is it y?

they ask,

but i dont reply

for i'd lie, if i were to comply

to say that their words did not pass me by

who am i?