i don't have a birthday cake, again for the fifth year straight now i realised.
high spirited yet composed,
i told myself not be exposed,
from my bed in the morning i rose,
and i spent the birthday wandering like a ghost.
i travelled following intuition,
do things out of notion,
i was overwhelmed with emotion,
to this loneliness; i had no solution.
i feigned happiness,
just like how i always do; effortless,
considering it became a skill, my prowess,
just like how they handle the swords, them warriors.
i was perturbed at first,
it became too much i could have burst,
my family don't think my birthday was joyous,
i'd rather be an anonymous.
my happy birthday.