The issue

 Gut checking the subliminal.
 Fact or fictional?
 Head friends speak in tongues.
 Digging into insanities fun.
 Creeping in the vibes.
 Strung out like nerves through my mind.
 Shocking me back to life.
 It's thy own hand that inserted the knife.
 Hidden in the texture is the truths.
 Me, is the enemy screaming for a truce.
 The battle is a war far beyond raged.
 A realization that's been hog tied n tamed.
 I'm tasting the words that's found my lips.
 As through them they rip to live.
 Unheard as the eyes have been blurred.
 Forgetting the meaning of my worth.
 The secret of me is now exposed.
 N With the alphabet it's on a roll.
 As letters flip n claw for air.
 Standing in the mirrors perfect pair.
 Where lies can't tell me fibs.
 Harsh, yet it's a reality that wants to live.
 Swallowed by the gulp.
 Witness to who's truly at fault.
 In the reflection that's ever so still.
 Locked in the glasses edge of the thrill.
 My state of mind is coming undone.
 N thoughts are understandable n on the run.
 Makin sense of decisions made.
 As I back away n but never fade.
 For the expression has so much to say.
 Listening to the tone of my name.
 Spoken to remind me of who i am.
 Dripping through my dedicated hands.
 Falling from within the admittance of reason.
 I've committed a lil thing such as treason.
 My own image doesn't recognize me.
 Peeking a boo it scares the dream that clings.
 In a comatose type of sleep.
 I'm waking up to me wanting to breathe.
 Far from this thing I've somehow become.
 Facing the honesty of bein one hun.