My birthday
A day of the year I both wait for
And wish would never come.
I keep myself going with dreams of freedom
But I am still behind bars of broken cages
One after another
But how selfish am I
For wanting another birthday
And leaving my siblings here
How selfish am I
To not want my birthday to come another year
Because I never thought I would make it to 16
That 9 year old didn't want another birthday.
But here we are
Burning my skin with wax
Watching the candles burn
Lost in its dance
Until in a swift they are gone,
And I'm left staring at my birthday cake
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
