everyday I walk around a fake smile on my face

only when I return to cry myself to sleep on my quilt made of lace ,

no one suspects except a platypus so very alone ,

I bury it down till my heart feels like stone ,

I lighten the load with a silver blade ,

if only I could know why i was made ,

I have no purpose no reason ,

the pain grows more and more with each passing season ,

it's all too much i can't take it anymore ,

and no longer can i ignore ,

so when my friends enter to find me on the floor dead ,

orange fur stained with tears and a liquid that's red ,

in the graveyard there is a place with no cheer ,

and a tombstone that says Peri lays here .

Come on we all knew it was coming I mean Peri is the only mutant on the island who doesn't know his true purpose .