There are nine days

until my birthday.

My body is becoming a canvas

for my daddy's paintings.

My mind is becoming a canvas

for my classmates' words.

Tears won't stop streaming out

from my eyes.

My heart always hurts,

and my throat always burns.

My skin always aches,

and my eyes always glaze.

This sadness inside me

is too much.

I need someone to help me.

I need someone to care.

And though Peter Pan

can help me,

he is rarely there

to save me.

~Daniel