Birthdays are more nerve racking Than what most would consider fun. They say I am older But that is sure not how I feel. “You’re so much taller,” say the relatives. I nod, Getting tired of how often I hear it from my parents. Money tumbles out of cards As I feel selfish And read the whole thing before looking at the gift. They say, “the money is in there right?” And I respond with, “yes, thank you so much. The card was beautiful by the way.” Birthdays should be about so much more, Or at least that’s how I feel. All they make the day out to be Is a time of giving gifts. We should be celebrating the gift of life And not who gives the most money. There are people everywhere, So much noise, They know I can’t handle this much noise. Most people in which I have only met a few times. “Family friends,” my parents say. What about my friends? What about the people I want to spend my day with? I blow out the candles Wishing for the same thing I do every year, Although when they ask what it is I do not tell them. I know it will come true eventually. At the end of the day, I thank the universe for the help and support I have been given. I may sound selfish but I truly am thankful for the love I have been gifted throughout my life.