Sweet sixteen
What a fucking
joke.
That slimy
pink cake being
stuffed down my
throat.
One for
the money. Two
for the show.
One
more breath and
I’ll choke.
Dragged
into the
frosting don’t let
go.
Your life is not
your own. Too
much sugar means
you’re too sweet.
Not enough
and you’re not
good enough to eat.
Just the right
Amount and it’s
all good.
There
will be another
slice. But not
nearly as good.