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Happy Birthday
My birthday again,
Such a pleasant time.
I watch the clock tick,
And I listen to their rhymes.
No screaming,
No harm.
No nothing, yet everything is present.
Watching me beadily as I unwrap my sadness.
This year will be the happiest,
A box of food that I won't eat,
And a stuffed animal for me to cry into.
Did they forget?
My birthday was weeks ago.
A day by myself.
Sat alone.
A day by myself,
Where I learn to grow.
Grow independent, and strong alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
I don't wish to be alone,
As I unwrap my gift.
I'm thankful the people have come.
Though I wish they got it right,
That would be so nice.
If they cared for once,
At all.
Happy birthday to me,
They are filled with glee.
But shouldn't I be the one filled with joy?
Copyright ©
Mia Jo
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