I don't care that you had my number, but didn't call me.
I don't really care that you forgot, just like you did last year, and the year before that.
I don't really care that you didn't get me a gift for that matter.
I don't really care that it slipped your entire family's mind.
Not only that, but your aunt and her family forgot too.
I care that you are so fake about how "sorry" you are.
About not picking up the phone,
How sorry you are
About forgetting.
How sorry you are
That "I wasn't here in MD"
A place where nobody would have given a crap anyway.
I am pissed that you are so selfish
To think that I would even WANT to spend it here
With people who lie to me through their teeth.
People who send their kids up to say sorry.
After making me slave over their dinner.
After you told me you would be right out to take over.
After I told you I had no idea what I was doing.
How dare you
Complain that I made it wrong.
How dare you
Sit there saying that it's burnt and dry.
How dare you
Pretend to care.
Because honestly, I don't care.
If you burn your mouth on the food I cook.
If you remember every birthday of mine for the rest of my life.
If you buy me filler crap to make up for being selfish.
Because I know the truth.
Everyone is selfish.
How dare they claim it for them.
It's mine and it always will be.
There is nothing
You can do to change it.
There is nothing
You can say to make it better.
There is nothing.
That I wanted more
Than you all to forget my birthday.
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By the way, this is an angry poem that I wrote. Angrier than it really should be, because I am not all that mad about it. It has happened before and it will happen again. It's just nice to know how well I know people. Story behind it all is that Nick's family usually forgets, and they remember about two days later. I got here in MD last night, and Nick's mom finally realized that she had missed my birthday when she checked facebook. However she always turns it around saying that she knew about it, and I just wasn't there for her to tell me. Last year she even went as far as to get me a gift two days late when she finally found out, but tell me she had ordered it, and it had been backordered for a month. Sadly she left the invoice under the gift in the box it was shipped where is said "Rush order, overnight service, ordered on the 28th" Which means she would rather lie to me.
Needless to say, nobody from his family called on the day, and they never have, prolly never will. I just hate being lied to. I know people are busy, and I know people forget. Just don't try to make me the bad guy. If you can't remember and you care that much, use you $300 PDA that you had to have, and put it in your reminders. I do it for everyone I think I will forget, and even rely on facebook now and again to keep things straight. But if I forget, I tell them I forgot. I don't lie about it. And I will not stand for lies.
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