The leaves change,
The years too
I stay the same ,
as everything around me seems to walk past,
running towards the next chapter as I stay on the story I love most
The number on the cake changes,
Growing bigger and bigger
The bigger the number gets , the less I want to take a bite,
The more the slice starts to taste like the bitter ashes of all I may never be
I have grown out of fairytales
No night lights to keep me company
I stare at the dark ceilings like it will have the answers to all problems
The reasons for me to be happy
to smile one big smile
The windows stay closed,
The trophies on the wall pile up, so shiny you can see your reflection
The reflection of a person who is already six feet under,
Shovel long hidden behind the shed of secrets I’ve had my whole life
The times change but I can’t seem to.
Do I stay here or do I runaway
From home
From here
From the problems that don’t have answers
From the person in the mirror I don’t recognize
From the bitter cake already cut