Insignificant this day has been,
which I predicted far ahead
So why do I still hang low
my soppy, untouched head?
Expect the unexpected, and
you shall never be surprised
How does one not expect what’s
expected to save one’s cries?
My expression dismayed,
my heart flutters not
For on my day of birth,
my mother has forgot
I do not deserve a celebration,
I have come to understand
Those close in relation to I,
I failed to grasp their hand
To take hold of what is false,
my importance and existence
If thy blood shall not think of me,
why exhibit anything but resistance?
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
Insignificant this day has been,
which I predicted far ahead
So why do I still hang low
my soppy, untouched head?
Expect the unexpected, and
you shall never be surprised
How does one not expect what’s
expected to save one’s cries?
My expression dismayed,
my heart flutters not
For on my day of birth,
my mother has forgot
I do not deserve a celebration,
I have come to understand
Those close in relation to I,
I failed to grasp their hand
To take hold of what is false,
my importance and existence
If thy blood shall not think of me,
why exhibit anything but resistance?
Yesterday was my birthday and my Mom didn't even remember.
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