Did I do something wrong,
Other than being born?
Why isn't anyone here to celebrate?
Another birthday.
Another time where
I blow out the sad little candles.
No cake,
No presents,
No people.
I'm just left alone, sitting in the dark.
12 years,
13, 14, 15, 16,
All the way until 21.
I've come to expect very little from people.
I'm left waiting,
Sitting alone in the dark.
Craving the smallest human interaction.
Happy Birthday to me, indeed.