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 .
