Personal victory is overwhelming my heart but my eyes weep as I look around. There stand seventeen candles on a vigilantly decorated cake surrounded by people screaming: "Happy Birthday!" Confused as always, my smile stays empty. Another celebration gone wasted, and more time is taken for granted. When old days told me to close my eyes to today, I lived to this day with memories shrieking in the hollow sky. No celebration could ever conceal it, and. No book could ever hold such story; they are too personal. Unfortunately, theses feelings hunt...me…to this day.