Forgotten Birthday

Maybe written when I was 20 or 22; It would seem that way, from the content. And the fact that I still had my maiden name....

I realized sometime late last night that everyone forgot my birthday. Not that it means much now, But I realized how much it hurt; family and friends forgetting something important to me. Sure it's not 21 but it was important. And I guess what makes me sadder is that I don't, can't and never forget about any one's special days. A friend told me once that I feel so much and what people fear of me is my "presence" is strong while others are scared of their weak ones breaking. I wish for one day that I could look through someone else's eyes and see what they see when they look at me. But more so I'd like it for once, if you could look through my eyes and feel what I feel. Helpless to make all the emotion around me float around and no one take it in. Not realizing what it's like to feel with your entire essence and sneak in under the radar. Making people feel ; only to have them push you away when you get too close...To feel lost in a moment of utter unexpectedness and still believe that it's no ones business but your own...And to know that to many, celebrating birthdays is trivial but they bask in the happy radiance when theirs is remembered... That's why it is so hard to go on feeling so much...Only to be forgotten on a day you will never forget. On a day you will celebrate the joy of like others brought forth unto you....When they were born into this world. My birthday this year was forgotten...But it seems as of late; like I wasn't born at all.

*NOTE* This was totally written in a Molly Ringwald Sixteen Candles journal