I am thankful.
At the same time I am not.
It's hard to be thankful.
When your wishes are never met.
That if you were to be honest.
Well speaking honestly.
No one would ever grant my wish to make me thankful.
Logical or rational.
How you would explain my mind.
If you were to meet me.
You would hear the titter tatter of a robot's mind.
Seemingly skimming through numbers.
To phrase through the facts.
But if I were that logical.
Does that mean suicide, I do the same?
That if I spoke my mind about this, would you not agree?
Convincing those the idea of equality.
While at the same time planning times of when I won't be.
You call me too young to know so much,
but age doesn't equate the pain.
And with pain, we learn so much.
That while I am young and some are old.
I know the concepts of what we can gain,
and what I am willing to lose.
I want to be thankful for other things,
but I am thankful only for one.
Either show me something that I do not know,
or grant me my final wish.
I am thankful.