My Birthday Was Today
A poem about one of the shittiest birthdays I’ve ever had
Today was my birthday,
but I was the only one who knew.
Family estranged,
friends forgetful,
and broken promises of gifts.
It was but a few who wished me
happy birthday,
The phone rang twice,
ring, ring,
and that was all.
A few “Happy Birthdays”
on social media,
but there were more people
crapping on me instead. Everything I do is wrong,
no matter what the situation,
but to be honest,
I’m more comfortable being insulted,
by people who think they’re nice.
It was the shittiest of days,
I cried more often than not,
My work was left undone,
after realizing there was no one
who loved me the way they claimed.
My gift was to learn a lesson -
no more birthday celebrations,
so no more tears of disappointment.
Here's hoping it gets better Robin C.
Happy birthday!