JEALOUSY

I would be so smart

I would be so pretty

I would be so beautiful

I would be so cheerful

I would be loved by everyone because I’m so kind

I would be so happy because I can get what I wanted the most

That’s just if I were her

Then I realize,

I’m not her.

I’m not too pretty and beautiful as her, well those things are relative

I’m not too smart as her, but I still pretty smart to thank to God for his gift

Then I realize,

It doesn’t matter how smart she is

It doesn’t matter how pretty and beautiful she is

But, the thing that really matter is, she got what I wanted the most

May be if I were her, I could get that

Then I thought that it will be good to be like her, who is really charming

But I SHOULD realize that,

That thing would be impossible, because I’m not her

And then I think about it (again)

Then I realize,

It’s better to be loved the way I am

I can be nice to everyone, just if I’m cheerful

I can be cheerful, just if I feel no more jealous upon her

Hating my self because I don’t have the thing she has is really terrible thing to do

So, I start to love my self with everything I have now