The speaker is being called by the wrong name, and they can't get anyone to hear the correction. The poem starts with disbelief ("My name?"), then quickly turns to protest: "That's wrong!" The repeated lines and exclamation marks make it feel like someone talking faster and louder as they grow more frustrated, especially when they accuse the other person of not listening.
Then the tone shifts. By the end, the shouting has dropped away into "Please just listen," and the speaker finally says their name: Ronan. After all that noise, the last line is quiet and plain, almost like giving up on being angry and simply asking to be seen.
What stands out is how much hurt sits under something so small. Being called the wrong name can feel like being ignored as a person. The mood moves from irritation to vulnerability, and the short, bare ending leaves the reader with a sense of how much it matters to be heard.