THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING GOES WRONG

It’s a sick tradition-

But a tradition nonetheless-

Where the girl cries on her birthday.

It’s a sick tradition-

But a tradition nonetheless-

Where the girl’s excitement gets crushed.

It’s a sick tradition-

But a tradition nonetheless-

Where the girl cannot wish for something different.

It’s a sick tradition-

But a tradition nonetheless-

Where everything goes wrong, and yet,

It’s no one’s fault.

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Posted on May 9, 2009, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.

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