My birthday never remember

Im at home on my birthday
but I’m not going to stay.
No matter how much I pray,
my family never remembers my birthday.
I turned eighteen.
I may be just a teen
but now that I’m older,
I am much more wiser.
I was watching t.v,
with my family.
Watching some game show.
The volume was on low,
when my dad asked me,
if I planted that apple tree.
I hadn’t but said I had.
He knew I was lying but didn’t get mad.
He asked me to step out back
and move the wood stack.
This was obviouse punishment.
In my mind this was mistreatment.
I declared I have had enough.
Living here is just too rough.
So I packed my stuff.
I didn’t need family I’m tough.
Just as I started to leave,
wouldn’t you believe,
when you think thier is no more you can take,
my family came walking out with a cake.