An Ode to Lost Birthdays

Sung to the tune of years that I tried to forget

Photo by Adi Goldstein on Unsplash

I used to hate you.

I can’t really say that we’re on good terms now, but at the very least, I can accept your existence in my head. In my head. On the outside, I still won’t say much about it, I’ll keep my head down, avoiding places that are crowded. I believe that the world is a cruel place, but I’m trying my best…