As a kid it was more special 

like a cloud that only precipitated in cake 

I ran around the balloons and happy party streamers 

Knowing that, that would be the best day I’d have for a while 

I felt like a harp,beautifully strung 

creating the perfect harmony 

but as I turned fourteen my high hopes dropped 

along with my spirits 

It was like a normal day 

Like I was one year closer to death 

instead of one year closer to growing up 

Full of imagination and hope 

I was like a butterfly 

so carefree 

My superpower was making sadness disappear 

At seven, grape juice was a necessity 

At nine, I had dreams of becoming a professional basketball player 

All I had to do was grow up 

At fourteen, my dreams vanished 

Along with my abundance of grape juice 

My anger grew more intense 

While my hope slowly faded 

I became a shadow of my younger self 

Like a figment of everyone else’s imagination 

Turning the big 1-4 wasn’t what i hope for 

My father’s presence wasn’t there 

He was in life bad at birthdays 

But in death, he surly left his mark 

Now, birthdays are like 

Rotten cheese 

Full of 

Regret 

At thirteen, I used to believe that 

lying  under every bad situation 

was  hope  

But now every bad situation is 

an amusement park 

Where I can ride every ride