Moraa

In the quiet depths of Moraa's soul,

A truth began to take its toll.

She wandered through life's winding ways,

Where smiles hid beneath a veil of haze.

Amidst the chatter, laughter, and song,

She sensed a melody felt so wrong.

For in the eyes of those she knew,

Lay secrets masked, obscured from view.

Moraa, a lady so unique, with wisdom rare,

Unveiled the facade, laid feelings bare.

For she understood, with a gentle sigh,

That sometimes, tears are a silent cry.

In the echoes of silence, she found her voice,

To speak of struggles, without choice.

For in the shadows, where darkness lay,

She learned that it's okay to not be okay.

Through whispered truths and moments shared,

Moraa discovered how hearts bared.

For behind the facade of a forced smile,

Lies the truth of pain, even for a while.

So let her anthem ring, clear and true,

That those who suffer, they are not few.

For in the journey of life's dismay,

We learn it's not depression they fake, but being okay.