A birthday is really just another day
You sit in a room
Family and friends try to embarrass you
Telling stories of your childhood
As if it was thousands of years ago
They sing songs to you
To make you the center of attention
But I don't want to be that
I want to hide
And be invisible
No one hears the silence beneath my words
Or the hope in my voice that they won't sing
I try to hide this day
But it's impossible
Facebook
Snap chat
Instagram
Everything notifies them
That's the only reason you all know
So why say
"Happy birthday"
You don't know me
You don't care
So why act as you do
To seem like a good person?
To feel like you did something kind?
Your fake words
Make the blood bubble beneath my skin
A birthday is really just any other day
So I write this when I first woke up on my bday yesterday and this was how I felt. Turning 16 didn't seem like a big deal to me. But after having a pretty amazing day I realized that a birthday is to celebrate another day of being alive in this fucked up world. It's an accomplishment. And I'm going to keep trying to reach another birthday. I hope you all liked this poem. Please like and comment. Thank you.
~ hailie
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