For years I’ve watched others
flaunt and strut
upon their own walkway.

Allowing themselves to shine
in the glamour and glorification
of their own beauty. 

And I too dream to one day
walk amongst the normals.

Touching them.
Gracing them with my joy,
and unnatural commodities.

To shower them in my beauty. 

But I lack their glamour.
And beauty passes without notice.

Leaving behind costly imperfections.
Show casing, 

Only the flaws. 

And in a mere stray thought.
Vanity consumes me.

My mind is robbed and devoured
by all that which was once senseful. 

As I take my rightful step,
and proceed. 

For years
I’ve allowed others to touch
and grace the glory
of my walkways.

But cosmetics never last forever. 
Doctors can never fix age.
Or blur the line between life and fiction.
But doctors 

never accounted for the weak minded. 

Scar by scar.
I cut my way back to the top.
But the praise never seems to be enough.
I am no longer able to shine.

Nothing left but to relinquish my goal
of walking in the glamour.
Amongst the normals
and their natural beauty. 

And as I stand,
head faced down in the mirror.

My skin still like silk.
My cheeks still blush.

I realize none of these commodities matter.
Because I can no longer see my beauty, 

Only the flaws. 

cori graham