I write choppy lines of poetry that to me are meaningful. I cry when I write and I smile, and I even daydream. But someday I will die, pass and turn to dust and no one will remember that I was a human, walking with my own DNA, my own body, my own thoughts. I won't be remembered as me but someone people have built the dead up to be. Perfect and flawless. Angels. The few who remember will eventually fade, be buried away and life will go on. It's too short for drama and unhappy feelings and stress and pain. Life isn't long enough for it. And yet it seems life exists only for that. I have something to change for. Because I'm more wise then I was and now I truly understand that bringing my life to a close early means being pegged as another statistic and forgotten. So now I will do my job and imprint myself on your minds so you will never forget just who I was. I'll never be an angel, someone viewed with all the rest. I'll be who you couldn't be. Me. <3