Fractured Depiction
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.
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Keiffer Stephens