Make Your Own Poem by Kaysen Fraker

It's my birthday
I have no cake
I have no party
I have no gifts

I ask why
I plead for an answer
I wait for an answer I think I'll never get
I get the answer I didn't want

Make your own
make your own
make your own
we're busy

It's my birthday
the annual celebration of the day I was greeted by light
now I just feel like going back into the darkness
alone in the dark is better than alone in the world

I never thought a cake could represent life
it's always sweet in the end
deaths being a finally relief
but what about the between

Scraping for enough material
trying to make it all fit together
hoping it all works out right
putting a sweet layer of frosting on it to hide the misery

I never knew just how much I hated birthday cake.