here is one i made just change the names okay
The Masked Boy
Michael. Michael is my father’s name and I have longed for it to be mine, a name that meant more than kind and sharing or one who gives to others. It may be true that Chris suits me for a name but I don’t think this because I am not always kind and sharing. I now know that I would not like to change that, but until now I never have known that it is a gift that fits me, and very few others. Michael is also a blessing to have in my name I shouldn’t complain about my name because it is mine and only mine. No one person is the same as another, but we are all the same in many ways. The name that I may have wanted to change my name to was Michael. But over the weekend when I was at a retreat for my church I realized something. I realized that my name wasn’t scum and wasn’t bad but that it is really an amazing gift. Michael may mean a warrior and savor of souls from the bible, but the retreat taught me to love and cherish the things I have because when I went to confession I cleared my mind of what I had done and began a new. I have learned through confession that what I said to the priest was true, I do have a bounty of things that I should share and I must learn to do that because I am fortunate I have been able to realize that my name is something to be thankful for. Michael is etched in the base of my mind. But the foundation of my body and my mind is etched in much deeper. It is so deeply etched that it is greater than any ditch ever to be on the Mother Earth. The point of the spear to the end of the arm is Michael the warrior that saved the souls, but the greater bounty is not that of war but that of understanding and love. My name is Christopher Michael Porter and to many it means smart kid, good athlete, kind hearted, and understanding. But I feel as though I am misunderstood by many who truly don’t know who I am inside because I am who I am and nothing more. But I feel as though no one in the entire world can or will ever know who I am for I am bottled by my bed, hidden from the world, never to come out not even to those whom I love or myself. I have never truly known anyone because they never truly know me. But I have a defense that is unbreakable to anything and unseen by everyone but me. The defense I use is a mask a black little mask it grows as I grow no one knows of it but me and I am safe with comfort in the solitude of my fortress that is unseen by all but me. My Mask. My oldest sister is so kind she warms my heart with her love and kindness. My name is what it is and nothing more, my name does not define me as a person my actions do. My name is not Michael it is Chris and I can live with that because Michael is at war each letter a shot and each letter a musket. While Chris sails through the calm sees of my mind off into the sunset. My middle name ends in triumph my last name finishes me and makes me whole with a crash to the rocks on the sea shore. But the mask still covers me, hiding me to everyone, no one knowing who I truly am. Christopher Michael Porter.
