I wouldn’t say I particularly like birthdays.

Because it’s a day where I change.

But you need to change to grow,

And you need it to succeed.

And sometimes change gives you a wake up call,

To that fantasy you were living.

I wouldn’t say I particularly like birthdays

Because it’s a day to remind myself that it only gets tougher from here,

Because your older and you can take more challenges, but it starts to pile on you.

Layer after layer like the huge birthday cake I always dreamed of.

Now it only makes me sick to my stomach.

I wouldn’t say I particularly like birthdays.

Because after the days over your not so special anymore.

Your only left with deflated balloons,

A half eaten cake,

Sad confetti laying on the ground,

Wrappers from gifts you never actually wanted,

And another excuse for people to say,

“Your older act like your age.”

I never particularly liked birthdays

Because in the midst of it all,

It’s just another day celebrating that you lived for another year.

I think it is such a feat just to live another day,

That I don’t understand why we only do it once a year.

But it’s not even about that anymore,

It’s changed into an excuse to exploit your parents money,

Hang out with your friends,

And stuff your belly with cake.

I never particularly like birthdays

I don’t think I ever will,

But now that your birthdays over,

You are older,

And you need to go make a future for yourself.