My birthday is always the same
Every birthday I feel even worse and no
one could know that feeling
I'm turning 16 on Saturday but no one knows
The only one that knows is my only real friend
A true friendship goes a long way and stays
They don't turn their back on you and push you
around
I know that feeling and I've been there before
Each candle is a sad symbol showing I'm sixteen
How I'm treated younger and no one treats me how
they should
They think they're superior to me and I'm below them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem