By Keiffer Stephens AKA (Sublyme) © All Rights Reserved --- Ever stare into the mirror and not recognize the face looking back? This one came from that place. Please share to help support 🙏🖤🔥 --- It's as if I'm staring at a fractured depiction of myself, While standing on thin ice as it begins to melt. Yelling for somebody — but it's me, so why help? I never really did care too much about my health, Or even the way I felt. I'm trying to support the weight of the world, And it's getting kind of heavy. Trying to prepare for battle with my demons — But I'm not ready. I hate the man in the mirror. That is okay if it helps me to see clearer. I try my best only to prosper, Waiting for my karma — I know I can't stop her. I'm diligent with every step I take. I don't open up, I'm cautious — Because people f*** you over in an instant. It makes me nauseous. F*** you and the nonsense — That s***'s atrocious. You act like I don't notice — but know this: I know it all. I might stumble, but I will not fall. I'm fighting a battle between me and my demons. I isolate myself for my own personal reasons. Time passing by — can't keep up with the seasons. Pushing everyone away because I can't love myself. Always depressed — s*** ain't good for my health. Now I'm back on the streets with nowhere to go. So many things bothering me, but the expressions won't show — Because I hide my pain. I bottle it deep inside me. My feelings mean a lot to me — I don't take them lightly. Still don't know why my grandma don't like me. How much more can I take? Got some so-called friends, but most of them are fake. I'm going through hell and I've got no one beside me. No one to lean on — I guess I'm a loner. I might be. --- © 2025 Keiffer