A lyricist creates lyrics.
A poet writes poems.
An artist makes art.
It's in the name.
A scientist works with science.
A liar tells lies.
A teacher is able to teach.
It's in the name.
Everything seems to have it's place in it's name, and in comparison they have one thing the same. There name tells what they do or what they are, wether they're dull as dirt or shine like a star. The name says "I'm the best." Look at the name, there's no better guess. There's no denying the poor or the fame. Everything has it's place in the name.
A singer can sing.
A writer will write.
An actor knows how to act.
It's in the name.
But who is Madison Meeks.
I'm not Mad, I'm not a son, and eks isn't a word. All that's left is I am Me. I'm only I. I'm only Me.
But, who is Me?
Who am I?
It's not in the name.
