I Hate My Birthday

They say "Hey, when's your birthday?"

I say "Oh, you know. . ."  mumble mumble.

"What was that?" they ask.

"Valentine's Day," I grumble.

"Oh!" they're excited.

"I hate it!" I shout.

I hate my birthday!

I hate how my family would rather spend it with their other halves than me.

It's just a Day.

There is nothing special about it.

I hate how I was born on that hateful day.

I hate it!

Why couldn't I have been born on another day?

One that wasn't already taken.

One that wasn't a 'holiday'.

I hate my birthday!

Yes, I understand my family loves each other and they deserve a day to show it.

I understand that that is what 'Valentine's Day' is for.

What I don't understand is why I was born on that stupid day.

I hate it!