They are so beautiful, my eyes illuminate at the sight of their physical beauty. I look into the mirror and I am not one of them. I see them loving one another romantically, platonically, and I see such blessings raining upon them.
The comfort of wealth has assuaged them; whatever their hearts desire is within arms reach. I am shown this everywhere my eyes gaze.
They smile happily and their teeth flash white. I have nothing in my life to smile for, nothing to expose my yellowed teeth to.
They wear such beautiful garments, the material soft upon their soft skins. The rags upon my back have worn from the rain and sun. My skin displeases my own eyes, how can I ask another to be pleased?
I was told what the eye does not see, the heart will not grieve. What am I to do when every person my gaze befalls, my heart aches?