Hi. I feel like I owe you guys some sort of an explanation as to my dissapearance. This poem describes me and my friend. She does bad things to herself and I want to sometime. Sorry if it depresses you. Short and sweet.
On the inside, Mushi screams
On the inside, Mushi cries
On the inside, Mushi screeches
On the inside, Mushi sighs
But on the outside, Mushi grins
On the outside, Mushi's tough
Only because on the inside she's dying
What's the deal?
Why is she so sad?
How should she feel?
Shouldn't she be glad?
But hey,
Why do you care anyway?