Carbon Copies

Disappearing in glass
concealed,
in a complex crystalline structure
light passes right through me
but don't think,
I'm not here
because I can see

you standing there feeling proud,
always talking so arrogant
and loud
you walk on feathered feet
never stopping,
to grab the time in your hands

it's falling away
and with each day
you feel,
less,
like,
yourself

carbon copies
circling repeatedly,
no sense or thought
just follow who leads
onto the next frame
until no one can focus on the picture

you try to contrast and compare
between a stranger and yourself,
but the feedback climbs
and you can't see the lines
have been blurred,
and there's  no meaning to your words

as you gather round your friends
because everyone just pretends,
to know how you feel
but no one can seem to realize
that all the shit we say is lies

because we're afraid to talk
about the hopelessness inside
so you run an hide,
in the character of someone
who can't cry

all the while
you despise,
the face you see
in the clock on the wall
reflecting the problems you can't solve,
about where time went
and the person you've been,
so you drink the memories away
replacing them
with something easier to comprehend
until there's something
you can really feel