Beauty

It's 11:54 pm I see it all around, how the models pose their seductive poses, how they wait for the right lighting to gleam into their direction. A perfect moment captured by the shutter of a frame. Their skin so pale and soft, as if it could be anything less than perfect. The eyes hungry for fame, and success. The makeup blended so majestically, it's as if they were born with it already on. It makes me jealous. Jealous that such beauty could be squandered on people who's only real goal is to drink themselves into a stupor at 2 am in the morning, and waste their time partying for a moment of amusement. Oh how drool, I say as I type the words of a jealous mongrel, shirts stained by last night's meatloaf. Do not presume I forget my place, judgement upon the many, I would presume to look upon myself with such disdain as I do the horde. Blessed they be to have comfort in their meaninglessness. Minds not filled with doubt, and selfishness be the only focus of their lives. Yes I am jealous, and I am evil but I will not pretend I can hold myself up in such a demeanor. I am evil, yes and I am jealous.