I am,
To whom they did not sing happy birthday.
The one who was born without anyone,
in the waiting room.
Eternally in love with the impossible.
Dry as an autumn leaf,
and bitter like a cheap wine.
Step in the same places,
the same mistakes.
I made mom cry.
While dad disappeared,
of this earth slowly.
I am the monster that cries,
under your bed.
And the girl who swings,
without being pushed.
The one who destroys sand castles.
Watching the other children play.
I am what taught me,
The loneliness.
