February

I hate February. 

I should like it, 
because it's my birthday month, 
but I don't. 

It should be special, 
because of my birthday, 
but it's not. 

It's miserable and sad and cold and depressing.

I should be celebrating, 
but I don't want to.

Other people want to celebrate it, 
but I don’t. 

I want to go back to bed,
pull the covers over my head,
and wish it all away,
and wake up to a fresh new day, 
but not February.

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