If I die with the masses,

people won’t know what to feel.

They’ll see my name on the list

and think “poor girl.”

Knowing my background

is no issue. It doesn’t matter if

I was the worst person

known to mankind.

If you never knew me, you’d

assume I was just an innocent

girl, simply tending to

her duties at the office or

at home. Maybe you’d assume

I was a CEO of some company

you’d never heard of.

To you, I look professional.

Maybe you’d assume I was a

mother of four, beginning straight

out of high school.

All of these assumptions can

only happen after death. If you were

to see me on the street today, you’d

think I’m a stupid high school student.

But you’d be wrong.