Emotionally Scarred

© Francis Maugo Try not to trust my words; they're lies that I manufacture to project an ideal life and persuade you I'm OK. Try not to believe my words For I was once enslaved into Drinking and drugs. Furthermore, the isolation I received from my fellow Teaching staffs, the excommunication Stigmatization was the order of the day. Try not to believe the grin you see; it's a veneer to hide burning agony, intense disgrace, sheer despair. Its the scars i got from the depression I suffered. Try not to get tricked by my chuckling; it is just a reverberation of empty internal parts, longing for faculties to return. Try not to get persuaded by my lucidity and request; borne in endeavor to control the disarray furthermore conciliate the situation unfolding inside. Try not to be dazed by The flawlessness I radiate, The boldness I counterfeit, The honesty I fake, The certainty I wear For I'm broken into pieces