Sometimes, I worry that I'll disappear.

Like I'm not tall enough,

or loud enough,

or big enough.

Sometimes, I worry that I'll disappear.

Like I don't take up enough space,

or nobody sees me

or I'm not enough.

When I do disappear,

as we inevitably do,

what will be left to remember me by?

We all disappear someday,

I fear my day has come too soon.