I struggle to feel,
a sufficient mindset.
In a sea
of radiant creatures,
I am the unfit.
I breathe oxygen,
while they,
are capable of inhaling water.

I push the boundary,
while they have already crossed.
I starve,
while they are able,
to feed.
They have,
given themselves a sense
of beauty,
because their brain
is of one with their mind.  

I am not one
to understand.
I fail,
while they have just arisen.
Beauty is in the mindset.
Beauty has blossomed to a number.
I am not that number.