Poorly molded wax
Set aflame
A chorus of scratchy voices
Driving you insane
Sickly sweet frosting
Running down the sides
As they continue to carry the tune
Through plastered on smiles
The center of attention
With painted rose cheeks
Attempting to shy away
But failing miserably
Just another year passed
One more checked off the list
That only claims disappointment
And failing to resist
The candles are huffed out
The ashy grey smoke fading away
As the haunting chant finally ceases
"Happy birthday"
