There’s a cake and gifts.
There’s people laughing and wishing.
“Happy birthday and I love you!”
Everyone looks so happy and some was crying.
“You’re the best we ever had.” They said.
As they hug and tells sweet words,
One of them screaming,
“Blow the candle and make a wish!”
I close my eyes and pray to God, thank you for the blessing.
As I open my eyes, I realized.
This party wasn’t mine.
It was someone else.

Maybe I should stop dreaming.
I’m not that special.