A name is an identity.
An online pseudonym, a mask to wear.
A person is born.
Only asking to be refined.
Those with which we start, they'll fast fall.
We gain shame in wearing them, we end up burying them.
Those with which we continue, we pay more attention to.
We watch our words, our movements, our actions.
When one of those falls, they fall hard.
They hurt, we turn ourselves towards the future.
The more a name lasts, the harder it is to bury.
We pay attention to it, caring not to stain it.
But when a stain appears.. oh, the dread, the shame, the fear!
The embarrassment.
Delete it? Cover it...?  Dump that name?
The longer it lasts, the harder the fall.

My mask, the one which belongs to me, I cracked it.
Nothing much, a simple stain, but my guard went down...
I took a risk, I'm regretting.

Pay attention to words, pay attention to names.
They have power.
They are us.
They are me.
They are you.

A name, my name, is stained.