BitterS̶w̶e̶e̶t̶ Sixteen

04/28/25

Sixteen candles, half burned out,

one's sideways, three fell out.

The cake’s a mess, the balloons deflate—

happy birthday, ain't life great?

They call it sweet—I call it sus,

a sugar-coated, sticky fuss.

I got dreams duct-taped together,

and jokes that hold me through bad weather.

Some cry at sixteen, some just scream,

me? I meme my broken dreams.

Laugh it off, trip on the stage,

pretend I planned it—center stage.

Bittersweet? Nah, it’s bitter-bitter.

Smile’s a glitch, but hey, I’m quicker.

Life hands me lemons, I snort and say,

"Where’s my cake, you cheapskate?"

Qualified adult? Barely, bro.

Still throw tantrums when my Wi-Fi's slow.

Grown-up guts with baby brains—

adulthood's coming, but who’s counting anyway?

Sixteen scars, sixteen spins,

sixteen almost-maybe wins.

I'm not a princess on some throne—

I'm a gremlin who built her own.

So here's to me: the broken, the bold,

the kid who's never doing what she's told.

Sixteen years and still not dead—

now the cake. I’ll take the head.