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Aug 19
The day I was born
is soon approaching,
I don’t look forward to it.
It reminds me how much
none of them really know me.
Here we go again,
some more of them saying
“we should hang out soon”,
“let’s catch up on lost time”
and the instant classic
“I always thought you were cute”
but they all mean less
after the fact.
This isn’t my first rodeo,
let’s leave it at that.
I stopped listening
a couple years back
but I have to say that
it’s funny how they wait
for my birthday to tell me
what I always want to hear.
Whispering sweet nothings,
always trying to ****
a tear or two from me
but I don’t feel a thing anymore.

My birthday is just a day,
you’re the one who
placed more importance
so don’t get mad when
I don’t try to fake a grin
every time you
try to patronize me
when the 22nd
of this awful month
comes back around.

Maybe I’m bitter or jaded,
maybe secretly I’m hated,
but maybe I see you all
copy before you paste it.
Maybe I hate it,
not knowing how to act
when this date hits
because maybe
I don’t feel like

I know nobody likes a downer,
that’s why I decide to keep quiet
and reluctantly go along with
all of your traditional customs.
A birthday needs some cake,
but I’ve never liked cake.
A birthday needs some friends,
but we both know I’m a loner.
A birthday needs a toast,
but what can I say?

I’ll turn 22
on the 22nd, but
I won’t feel any different.
Written by
Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
       jul, Fawn, Hg, Shiv Pratap Pal, Francie Lynch and 4 others
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