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.”