Funeral Talk

Sometimes I want to die.

Not because I'm suicidal or

because I hate my life,

I just wonder what people

would say about me when I'm gone.

If they would pretend we were

best friends and reminisce about

good times that we never spent together.

Or if they would stop pretending

that we were best friends

and confess to everyone their burning

hatred for me.

I wonder if people would say I was a good person

who was always there for her friends and

put other people's needs before her own.

Or if it would be revealed that I was selfish

and shallow, someone who never reached out

to anybody or helped them with any of their

problems when they were drowning in life.

Sometimes I want to die just to hear what people

would say about me at my funeral.