A thousand images proclaim to be,
A perfect image of you.
But there you were,
Alone you stood.
In the city of clones,
Chained to the middle.
As they slowly drain your core.

I can’t get you out of my head,
Your energy is what invites me inside.
I see your vacant eyes scream,
A distant voice amplifies.
Through the veins of the imitators world,
You cry….

They don’t understand you like I do…
They can’t see the pain they put you through…
I am the abstract view,
In the vivid you.
A mind that thinks the same,
In a world that has you to blame..
A damaged me…
A perfect you…

~Empath~

Empath In flames

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-city-of-clones/