Waves Of Blue

seventeenth birthday

While recalling all those memories of my twelfth birthday, a tear trickled from the corner of my eye. My parents were throwing a small party for my twelfth birthday, I was unable to try or nod off the night prior to my birthday since I was so happy and amped up for the presents, cake, decorations, and the fact that I had welcomed all of my close friends, I always made a wish before blowing off the candles. I recall praying for good grades and some materialistic things, yet today I have turned 17, I'm here with my parents, yeah only parents, I've blown out candles once again, however, guess what I wished for? I merely wished for happiness, more like I begged for it, we're taught to wish for things we don't have in our life. Definitely, I don't want good grades either those materialistic things, all I need is warmth and happiness. How silly it is? Tables have turned at this point. My body has become frail, my eyes don't carry stars and roses like before however one thing that's hasn't changed is my chapped nails. I don't expect to receive any calls or birthday texts. After pretending to be happy in front of my parents, I get back to my room, which is more like my little universe. My hands quickly play that one melody on repeat as tears streams down my cheeks as I recall how happy, cheerful, excited and outgoing a person I used to be. Where did I lose myself? Why did I give up? Why did I turn so cold? These questions still swirl in my mind constantly. Everything's gone at this point. Times have changed, I've grown up, and I no longer have blossoms and overwhelming joy in my heart. That's how I celebrated my seventeenth birthday.