You'd want to be remembered as
Someone who always appeared happy,
Because then your efforts would not be in vain.
You wouldn't
You didn't
Want people to know
How you're crumbling in your own skin,
You're dying from the inside out
Or maybe
Outside in.
You don't even really want to be remembered
But if you are,
You hope its not for something
You are
You were
Because everything you are
you were
Isn't anything
Worth remembering.