MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

In front of my Mirror

Holding a box of cake with lighted candle on top,
Above my head was a designed birthday cap;
This is my 20th but celebrated like two,
I after blew the candle like celebrants do.

Greeted myself in the most bitter way,
Sang a birthday song then no more to say;
Icing on a finger then wiped it on the face,
Can't help but to remember, to reminisce how it taste.

I have no one to invite other than myself,
I'm like an unwanted book in the gorgeous shelf;
I after grabbed the knife sitting beside me,
Adoring its sharp, got enticed by its beauty.

I looked up to saw my own reflection,
Pain within my eyes, heart sick of affection;
"Happy birthday, self," I said in front of the mirror,
Then I was gone lying-bloody on the floor.

-Marxx Archer