My skin's like an accordion
With pale indents all around...
Some people have asked me if am depressed or want...
Others suggested that I go for mental checkup...
Depression is a mental jail.
The Devil and his demons arrest...
These scars run so deep, that...
I'm afraid no other man will ever be able to...
My body size is nobody's business.
If the public says I look underfed...
I'm scared of my reflection
And the person I've become...
and because I lived
with a'thousand souls...
I had a beloved cousin who hanged himself,
Because he was not earning much...
Do I look depressed because am always indoors?
I no longer move out like I used to...
It's coming up
on a year...
What is life?
It's what you think...
A mask or a memory?
Such troubling times...