Nov 25
Lory, my dear friend,
I hope you’re okay,
Because sometimes,
It doesn’t feel that way.
Lory, you’re loud,
You’re expressive,
A magnet to many,
And your aura is massive.
Lory, you’re buzzing,
You’re outstanding,
At mostly everything,
They all see perfection.
Lory, what is this act,
Is it worth the Oscar,
This facade you keep up,
Have you always mustered?
Lory, the mask you wear,
Is burned into your face,
No removal now,
This facade is your fate.
I hope you’re okay,
Because sometimes,
It doesn’t feel that way.
Lory, you’re loud,
You’re expressive,
A magnet to many,
And your aura is massive.
Lory, you’re buzzing,
You’re outstanding,
At mostly everything,
They all see perfection.
Lory, what is this act,
Is it worth the Oscar,
This facade you keep up,
Have you always mustered?
Lory, the mask you wear,
Is burned into your face,
No removal now,
This facade is your fate.
I’ve written this about my friend who is struggling silently. She enjoys being the best at everything, therefore struggles when she’s not. I think this has come from problems at home, a broken family and things and she’s been affected. Thanks for reading my poem!
