Another candle for my brother to blow,

Even though they’re my own.

Birthdays last a day,

One I can’t stand,

Because of the aching reminder that even when it’s my day,

He’ll always be first.

Years of trying to stand out,

To share a spot in the light,

I just want my parents to see,

How much they mean to me,

Even I’m not worthy of their love

And I know it’s because I’m not enough.

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I wish they’d bought me a cake,

Instead I made it myself,

I wish they’d lit the candles,

A spark that could’ve shined as bright as my brother’s,

But I already know they won’t,

So I’ll do it myself,

In the end… I’ve always been alone