The smoke from putting out the candles

Reminds me once again how no one cares

How many years has it been with empty promises?



Being told repeatedly how much fun my birthday will be  

You’re getting older we should celebrate  

But when it comes down to it their empty words



It would be different if I didn’t see how much effort  

Goes into everyone else’s  

The smiles I see plastered by how excited they are



It makes me sick; I shouldn’t complain at least they remember

But do they?



I’m celebrated with a cake but who’s going to tell them  

That I’m not much for pastries  

They bought one so it should count for something  



Until you know how each year, I stay up to bake theirs  

One they’ll like

One they’ll enjoy



Here’s to me,  

Happy Birthday to little Miss Nobody