Tonight, 

I became just another statistic. 

Humanity is predictable. 

And while I've spent my whole life fighting against it, 

being a statistic, 

I just became another one. 

Tag a barcode to me, 

scan me, 

sign me up, 

for statistic #452.

And there is nothing worse than that.

So what now?

I guess I keep on fighting. 

I fight hypocrisy  

I fight stupidity

I fight the essence of humanity

I fight being a statistic ever again.

Because I am better than mediocrity, 

I am Emma and I know who I am. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.