The last thing I ever want to be compared to is a birthday candle. A candle used for a day, only on a special occasion. A candle that burns until it is nothing. It’s pretty to look at but not pretty enough to last. Sometimes I get the feeling that I am being used for mere days and then tossed away like candles on a cake, used only for a day until its purpose has faded away. That is the last thing I want. If I was to be compared to something in a celebration of birth, I’d want to be the whole cake; savored until the last bite, complimented for what is on the inside and out, and something everybody wants a piece of. I crave to be wanted like birthday cake, not thrown away like the candles that decorate the top until they’re blown away and have lost their spark. I don’t want to be blown away, I want to stay and be appreciated. I want to be admired and I want to feel like I matter. So, I will never be compared to candles on a birthday cake because I know I am the cake itself.