Another candle on the cake Another wasted year where nothing has changed Ya know, when I was younger I thought by this point I’d have my whole life arranged
“How’s the birthday boy” they ask They’re not too wrong, you see If I’m 22 two years old Then how come I’m only half the man I used to be?
You asked me how I am? Well, what am I supposed to say? “Can you supply me with a basic, depthless response?” I think that’s what you meant to say
Because if I told you how today makes me feel You’d wonder why I’d have the gaul to ruin Your day You’re here to celebrate Whereas I’m here to entertain you until you go away
But Grandma, if you really want in On today’s daily dose of looming existential dread Let me blow out the candles first, And then I’ll let you inside my head
They say when you blow out the candles you’re supposed to make a wish And every year- for as long as I can remember I’ve had but one wish That always goes unanswered
I wish that someone could love me And fix me Put on a suit of armor to help me fight my Depression and anxiety
I wish for a companion Who would never rest until I loved myself as much as they love me Someone who’d never give up on me For absolutely no reason or rhyme
I’m so sick and tired Of being so eager for these wishes Knowing that there’s no magic But yet, hopelessly begging there’s power in this tradition
But this year, Mary I didn’t wish for any of that Because I’m tired of hoping and wishing. I just wish for it all to be over
Poem could be better, but it’s really all I wanted to say