Feeling Fat Today.

I know that beauty fades for those who have it.
I know they'll whimper softly in their pillows,
just like I do every night.
They'll remember the attention, the affection,
paid due them when their bodies help up tight.

But not I.

I know that beauty's in the eye of the beholder.
I know that those beheld are happier than me,
they bask in their own glory.
They'll know the bitter sting of base rejection,
and they'll suffer more for having known the joy.

But not I.

I know that life is fleeting, not eternal.
I know that we are all in it together.
They are just like me.
For them, there was no division, no dejections,
they are the victims in their eyes.

But not I.