Happy Birthday
I hate my birthday,
And all the special days,
Because of the expectation
To have a happy day
I hate the cake and candles,
Stale before it’s eaten
And blown out with a wish
Poor thing, it’d already been beaten.
I hate the attention,
Despite that I usually spend it alone,
I hate the texts of wishing well,
When they know I’m not well at all.
Yet I do try every year-
To have a happy day,
To wish upon a candle,
And wish the wish will stay.
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