In this little story I will tell you of three different people
Three people that all seemed the same on the outside
Three different people, two had the same name, one had a different
One had a nickname they never used
One had to many nicknames you'd get confused
One had one nickname, and that's the only name people knew
One quiet, reserved, and nice
One was outgoing, loud, and sarcastic
One was friendly, talkative, and proud
One was an outsider with barley any friends
One was looked at weird with friends they did not like
One was accepted and surrounded by many
One loved books
One loved computers
One loved sports
One was liked by family
One was liked by outsiders
One was liked by her team
Nobody liked another one, only the one they knew the longest
And when one had been alone to long, they'd come into another ones life
And all those three people where one person
That one person is me
