A birthday note:

My dear life

I accepted you with a smile sometimes, sometimes with a tear
Stood by you when all was lost

thinking you would give up your ways one day
Alas, your games never cease

No bells, no candles, nothing to make you feel special

I wont celebrate

You seem nothing to me

nothing, but a hogwash

Were you bribed to be this way?

You must've got rich

but just look at me once

my face has a still smile