A single day a year for my life to
Every one from
How is this day different from the others?
Just for me,
Knowing I’m one year older
Leaves a smile on
My face. But
Perceives the change.
Quickly the day feels like the
Sickness from the weekend
Threatens to drag on.
Unknown is my birthday.
Very few wish me a good day, but somehow, I still expect it.
Why do I not tell anyone? Because
(E)xisting is my constant societal shyness, that’s why.
Youthful elation no longer greets me when I wake, but there’s
Zero doubt that I do feel different today.