The Lost Poster Boy

The Lost Poster Boy

Now we know the awful truth,
As curtains rise on an unwelcome view,
Matthew Perry’s legacy, oh how it flew,
A tapestry woven with deceit; despair’s sooth.

His image, a beacon of hope for many,
A poster boy claimed by the claws of addiction,
But his journey was not one of conviction,
A tragic charade, shrouded in melancholy.

Desperately he clung to a fabricated tale,
A lie told to appease society’s demand,
But beneath the surface, cracks began to expand,
A legacy shattered, as truth would prevail.

For his recovery was but a fleeting disguise,
A veil masking the truth he couldn’t deny,
Oh, the weight of this heartbreaking lie,
As darkness eclipsed the light in his eyes.

Matthew Perry, once hailed as a hero,
Now exposes the harsh realities he faced,
A legacy lost, forever erased,
An emblem tarnished, a sad echo.