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8. Birthday Boy

I wonder if you all have seen the best of me?
Growing old was something that kept me away from glee
Youngest amongst all of my peers
No one to save me from all my fears

But I'll save you a slice into my life
Memory of a day that will never die
Occupied chairs, and you brought your own
All of me given to the people that I've always known

Now that I'm seventeen and I'm titled Birthday Boy
I no longer get gifts from family full of toys
Instead I get advices of studying that will never grow old
But sometimes I fear that I wished they shouldn't have told

The pressure of being the dumbest cousin
Used to be kids and playmates that kept teasing
Now carrying burden and responsibility in a backpack
From a world that kept giving me all its crap

Though I know that things will eventually get better,
Why couldn't my problems be light as a feather?
When do I get all the thanks and apologies in a letter?
Where do I go if I never become better?

Birthday Boy, enjoy the rest of the moment
Never let the future fill your mind with resentment
Time had always been your opponent
But it's better to be in the moment than to be absent