I hate my birthday
I hate where it lands in the week
I hate the season it's in
I just hate it
I used to love my birthday
Presents
Cake
Family
Presents
But what loved most of all
Is that
The entire day
From 12:00 a.m.
To 11:59 p.m.
The entire day was about me
But this year
The most important birthday to me
My 13th birthday
Wasn't about me at all
No presents
Just a small cake
But it was mostly about everyone else
Then the next weekend came.
My mother promised me
That it would be all about me
But it's not
It never was going to be
She said that
Just to make me feel
At ease
Because the moment I realize
I won't have any special moments
Is the point where
She loses her baby
Her youngest daughter
But the thing she doesn't realize
She already lost her
