BIRTHDAY GIRL

Another year passed before my eyes. I do believe I am getting wiser, More miserable and bitter, too. Is this the price to pay? I keep making hopeless wishes, but those are lies. For the littlest of affection, I'm a miser. A smile plastered on my face, no one ever knew. Ink wasted on memories that I will carry the weight of anyway. Blowing out the candles, a new sunrise. My best years, but I am a mere prisoner. Perpetual death sentences, I will not come through. I ought to endure this grim penitence, so here I stay.