Count Your Blessing
Sitting on the pouch, thinking why is my life like this?
If I wasn't me right now, who would I be?
Would I be tall, least academic, mean, or a spoil brat
I seriously don't know
But I do know is this
If I never had this life
Then I wouldn't be the nice little brainy Tanjeen, would I?
Maybe I would be that Tanjeen
Who knows
Or I could have a better life than my current life
The second thing I know is this
I can't change the life I have with the life I want
I should be thankful with the life I have because I don't want that life that is dreadful
I should be happy with the life I have because some people don't have loving parents, a home, education, or food
I’m lucky, I have those things because without it
I think and know that I will be miserable
Who wouldn't be
I realize I should sit and count my blessing, before it's too late
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