A Lone

This is a glimpse, the life of the lone.
So predictable are his days, the lot you see.

The truth of his hidden life, O' right now you shall know.

He is a king- Jack the 'Lad
To everyone, he has the perfect life.
He could stay as much as he wants in the Jacuzzi
His whole life, he might catch attention of the Paparazzo,
A closer look to his closet of a life,
To ensure your whole theory of Right
Has been a bunch of wannabe fantasies

Wrong! Opposite!
Wrong! Ironic!

People do call out to him "Peppy", sure
Quite a opposite of that is his life.

When he comes out being inline,
Life brings out his worse,
He becomes as Shirty as you can think of,
To him love is most Shoddy
His life explodes at the sound of fake friends,
Those friends who are like cordites in his life.

He could be covered by the biggest media in Fame,
But still, there is 'hat space,
Spaces left as scars of thorns
Thorns sticked from roses,
Roses from those he called friends and Lovers.

In his life he hopes to find true Love
Life doesn't care of his hopes,
As it gives the ironic part that he hopes

This is the life of being A_lone.