Hey there, it’s you again

The glad boy, the bad boy

The never-again-will-be

Sad boy

 

Leaning on the glass

The clear kind, the fear kind

The there-but-not-really

Here kind

 

Faking laughter

The loud type, the proud type

The sky-is-clear-free-of

Clouds type

 

What’s cracking, brother

My good friend, boyhood friend

My you-know-what-I-should

Have said friend

 

Adolescent insults, the ones

That turn back, that burn the back

Of your throat thirty seconds after

They learn back

 

It’s you, I know

The bratty kid, the fatty kid

The anxious-and-it-shows-when-you’re

Too chatty kid

 

Stop talking to yourself

In the mirror space, the nearer space

The place-where-you’d-never-feel

Clearer space

 

I hate to be the bearer of

The bad news, the sad news,

The you’re-nothing-more-than-a

Fad news

 

But nobody wants to be in love with

 

The quiet man, needs-a-diet man

The constant-mental-anguish-and

Riot man

 

How do the thunder-clouds keep

Getting in here, they spin here

Like the devil’s-cotton-candy-and

I can’t win here

 

They pull at you and

I feel it more, I steal it more

I need to numb myself so I don’t

Seem real anymore

 

Mephistopheles in silicon housing

A light screen, the right screen

The wrong-side-of-wrong-scared-and

Frightened screen

 

Nothing in particular wrong with my face

I’ve got crazy eyes, got lazy eyes

Got nothing except the broken down brain between

My hazy eyes

 

And as the person

Who cries hard, and dies hard

The can’t-even-protect-himself-even-though-he

Tries hard

 

I know I need to step back

Away from myself, to become the self

The skin-holding-a-thing-that-doesn’t-need-to

Convince itself

 

That it has value.

 

So smash the looking glass, I’ll step through it

 

And stop living like somebody else’s reflection.