poem about me being deadnamed at school all the time

that name is poisonous and reeks of mistakes and broken promises.

it’s remains are buried deep inside me as i try to change but nothing ever works

no matter how hard, the ghost of my bad decisions follows me

that name is one that never fit right with me, always felt off like a shoe that’s a little too small 

uncomfortable, but you will walk through the pain just not to inconvenience others

the tongue has to be bitten when the urge comes to correct others, you wouldn’t want to be annoying *****.

just do what’s right, smile and pretend that that name is okay

even though you’re trying to outrun it and the things it bought

i want a new start, a skin i feel comfortable with. a name i feel snug with like a warm blanket, the one that was designed for and suits me perfectly.

nothing out of place now, if only others understood