My Lonely Birthday

I sit at my table,
The balloons are here.
Its time to celebrate
Another passing year.

My cake is black,
With red roses galore.
The numbers on it
Are one larger then before.

I look at the chairs
Filled but ghost,
I lift up my glass
As if to make a toast.

"To a new age,
Though it shall be the same,
I'm still freaking invisible,
Even my parents forget my name."

I sip from my cup,
Which I filled with blood.
A small tear falls.
I play with my earring stud.

The candles are lit,
The sun sets from behind,
I am still alone.
Lost in my mind.

It is my birthday.
And yet, here I sit.
Because of my little sister,
To her dance did my parents commit.

While they watch
Her twirl on the stage,
Here I sit,
Fuming with rage.

Its my special day.
Its meant for me.
And yet I'm alone,
With but cake and tea.

With nothing to do,
I eat a slice of cake.
Im crying so hard,
My hands, they shake.

So thanks mom and dad,
Thanks a whole lot.
I really liked the presents,
That you bought.

But what are gifts
Compared to love?
But my emotions,
Away do you shove.

Who cares about me?
Its only my birthday.
After all, Im having another one,
Next year, anyway.

I blow out the candles,
Which I had just lit.
I wipe my tears,
And in my room I sit.

So that was my birthday.
Its all over now.
Whatever it is I did to make you not come,
I wont forgive myself, that I wont allow.