Not all birthdays have a surprise
Sometimes they’re full of cries
Squatting in a corner hugging your own thighs
And praying for your own demise
And happiness isn’t included
with a cake and a candle
Feeling so secluded,
Wonder can I handle
Anymore solitary years
Looking at pictures in tears
Sometimes you look left and you look right
But there’s not a friend in sight
And it’s then you realize the best presents
Come from being in another person’s presence
“Smith, party of one.”