Happy Birthday, Jake
I awaken on a day like any other.
Disappointed because everything is the same.
The hope that things would change instantly dies.
My body quivers with despair.
Sixteen years ago today I was born.
I came to a world against my will.
I will leave against my will.
Caught in the current of life,
Flailing and sputtering while trying to keep my head up.
I don my mask,
Continuing the facade of my existence.
The day goes on and people omit me from their world.
Not a single 'Happy Birthday'.
Not even from my father.
The feeling of loneliness returns to plague me.
I had banished it once,
But that changed after I was tossed aside by the lady of the Forest.
Now I have no company in this shadowy realm.
I'm forced to persist alone.
I close the door to my room.
My body trembles, overcome with grief.
I'm secluded from the world now,
Alone in my room.
I can finally take off my mask
I allow the tears to well up in my eyes.
With all my will I squeak out three words:
"Happy birthday, Jake…"