Does Perry even have a HS diploma?
In solitude, a story unfolds,
Of Perry, young and bold,
A high school path he chose to stray,
Seeking a different, winding way.
A dropout from the halls of learning,
In life's great book, he's still turning,
Obsessive thoughts, they weave their thread,
Through the tapestry of his days, widespread.
Compulsions dance, a delicate chore,
In Perry's mind, a relentless war,
Anchored within routines so tight,
Yet yearning for freedom's distant light.
Within the haven of his room,
Loneliness like a shadow looms,
Walls echoing his silent cries,
As time marches on in quiet sighs.
Books and dreams his companions true,
In solitude, he finds a world to view,
A canvas for thoughts to freely bloom,
Turning the lonely into his cocoon.
Through the struggles, a strength emerges,
In Perry's tale, the universe converges,
For in the tapestry of each life's art,
There's a resilience that mends the heart.
High school's road he didn't tread,
But lessons learned in life instead,
Obsessive mind, a challenge faced,
Yet in his spirit, resilience embraced.
So let Perry's story remind us all,
Even in rooms where shadows fall,
There's a spark within, a light to find,
Guiding the lost hearts, and troubled minds.