Behind Stained Glass

I hide my face in the dark
In hopes no one can see
My mind fades
Back to a time when life
Was only new

Maybe they'd think I was crazy
Perhaps, in sort, I am
Time after time again
I prove my ineptness
And clumsiness, yet still

The present, is but a moment ago
The future, but a moment forward
My person, has yet to find a feeling
My person, has yet to find a fear
Sanity, is non existant

I look at the horizon beyond me
Just out the dreary glass window
Things, it seems, have changed
Or perhaps, they weren't real to begin with
Now it is just a memory

Looks, have so much lying to do
Deception, being the rule of society today
Deception, being the key to survival
Survival of the fittest
The fittest, being me

What might become of me?
A joke in sort, it seems
Insanity and genius clash
For I am never just one
I am the multitude, unwillingly

Laken