Would people miss me if I wasn't here anymore
Would they miss me when they found out my maker decided it was time for me to met him at heavens gates with the most accepting embrace,
A gestured I've needed for so long but no one seemed too care enough to try and put the pieces of my essence back together with a hug
Right now I'm being held together by glue. Not the strong glue you usually rely on but the type of glue you use temporarily that starts to crack with age.
I wonder if people would miss me.
Would people miss me when they realised they pushed me a little too far laughing a little too hard at my expense.
Would people miss me and the way I walk with my phone in my hand and my head held down trying not to make eye contact with my so called friends.
Would people miss my annoying laugh that rings at my own jokes, which can hardly be called jokes because all I get back are judging stares that turn into embarrassment of being around me.
Would people miss me and my broken smile, the one that will never be good enough too hold my secrets back, the secrets that slipping through the gap of my front teeth.
Would people miss me when my string gets too unraveled and my kite gets too out of control and too far away to save.
Would people miss me in any way shape or form
Would they miss how I laughed too easily
Or how I complained too much
Or how I sang too loud
Or how I was just too......blank
Fill in any word and I would be just too much if it.

Would people miss me?
I know I wouldn't miss myself.
I know why people don't like me and why I seem to lose more friends then gain them.
I get on people's nerves and
I hold them back from moving on because change scares me and
I'm scared of being alone and
I'm scared of not being good enough and
I'm scared being left out
I'm scared of myself and
I'm scared of my mind and
I'm just plain scared.
People say they see stars in my eyes but I can't seem to see anything behind my tears, and it makes me think that the stars they see are just the shining drops of pain my eyes produce.
Would they miss my "star" filled eyes
Or the constellations that dot across my nose
Or the dark black universe inside my mouth.
They wouldn't, I know they wouldn't.
I'm too loud
I'm too obnoxious
My hips are too big
My lips are too big
My mouth won't shut up.

So I write this poem poseing a question to my self
Would people miss if I wasn't here today tomorrow or the next
I wonder how they would remember me,
Smiling, laughing, loving
Or
Sad, not sad but empty.
After a week would I be totally forgotten, like last week's news.
I don't have to shake a magic 8 ball to find my answer "Outcome unclear, ask later"
But later would be too late, because I'd already be gone and I'd wonder if people would miss me.