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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Party</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laughter filled the room; <br>Streamers decorated the ceiling-<br>My fourth birthday, <br>I knew I was beautiful in<br>My favorite party dress-<br>Lights dimmed as<br>I blew out the candles<br>On my cake-<br>Cherry frosting upon<br>Angel food, <br>My very favorite-<br>Inside I was <br>Echoing my mother’s smile-<br>I was a different star, <br>Though bright and<br>Beaming with happiness –<br>I loved myself-<br>A different star, <br>Though too young to fathom<br>Life’s meaning, <br>Too naïve to<br>Read the pain behind my mother’s smile-<br>Trees would shed illumination upon<br>My inner space, <br>Surrounding our New England mansion and<br>Their branches tossed about in the<br>Late January wind-<br>One day that star’s light would burn out, <br>That I could not then foresee-<br>Lying on a hard blue mattress in a seclusion room, <br>Only ten years later, <br>My life would transform to<br>The land of the dead-<br>Rain would inundate my inner space, <br>As my mother would lie motionless in her bed, <br>Covers rumpled and nobody cared-<br>Nobody cared that I was screaming inside, and<br>Cut off from reality-<br>Streamers adorned the ceiling in a different place-<br>My 15th birthday spent listening to records<br>On a scratched phonograph in a hospital solarium, <br>The foul stench of urine permeating the room as<br>I, lost in another time and space, <br>Blew out the candle on the stale Hostess cupcake as<br>Other patients sang “Happy birthday”<br>Each in their own key-<br>I hardly remembered <br>My favorite party dress, or the cherry frosting because<br>The anger and pain I felt<br>Were just to overpowering-<br>The late January wind<br>Rattled the cracked window in the seclusion room-<br>“Happy birthday” became the saddest song-<br>I was hardly beautiful in<br>That seersucker hospital gown, <br>The hatred I felt towards myself<br>Was becoming as overwhelming as<br>The rage I felt towards my mother-<br>For giving birth to me-<br>This institution was a far cry from<br>That New England mansion and<br>I was weeping inside bitter tears of despair-<br>The lights were dimming, and I didn’t care-<br>Because my world had become so dark already that<br>I could not distinguish reality from unreality, and<br>My mother’s smile was<br>None but a shadow, which has<br>Vanished in the cruel late January wind...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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Streamers decorated the ceiling-
My fourth birthday, 
I knew I was beautiful in
My favorite party dress-
Lights dimmed as
I blew out the candles
On my cake-
Cherry frosting upon
Angel food, 
My very favorite-
Inside I wa..."></div>
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