Its my birthday today, but it was terrible.

BIRTHDAY PARTY

One day.
If I was a day earlier this pain would subdue.

Sitting in a room on my special day but eyes are for you

Decades older you capture the room, born from the same day, this dreary June.

This is not mine

They laugh and cheer, drinking with glee as guest flood in to greet you, and only you. I am fine

Shallow smiles as they look at me with pity, the grandchild who was also born on this jovial June.

Oh but how cruel must you be?

The room gets smaller, the faces get blurred.

Birthday's are supposed to be special days, but here I am on my day, grinning crocodile teeth wishing you a happy day, while my birthday dances away.

I follow it, I chase it. I wish to dance with my day, I wish to smile and laugh. I wish to know the importance of a birthday, grandma can you tell me?

The song of birth, the classic tune begins to play as all sing, looking at you, only 82. My eyes swell as my name is a pity. The second place medal, silver stainless steel covered with a wooden handle.

This party is not for me, nor earlier or later in this day will I be celebrated.

My life has just began, at 17 years old. Oh sweet 16 how you left me. Last year we sat in this seat together as my grandmother turned 81. How grand to be 81 you only turn so once.

But, don't I turn 17 once?

What could I say on this day? Happy birthday to me? but

This is not my birthday party.