Again!
That day has come again!
Every year it comes.
How madly I hate this day!
Others call it my birthday.
The world says it's a special day.
My 364(or 365) days get wasted
in finding what's so special.
People not even remembering my name
Suddenly make me feel
I am their last resort.
Oh gosh! I feel trapped.
I wanna run as far as God has any...