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Miss Smiley goes about her day Smiling at one thing to the next Bouncing around an endless track of things that make her happy Only sometimes veering off the track to feel low I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell School is easy for her Work is easy for her It isn’t a struggle It isn’t a chore She enjoys it I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell She has a boyfriend Of course, she does She keeps up with what clothing is trending She has a skincare routine She knows how to do makeup She is attractive She knows how to flirt Miss Smiley’s hair always remains perfectly clean and styled While Miss Gloomy’s hair has been in every direction as her mind I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell She has many friends In conversation with them She smiles easily, laughs easily, and never runs out of things to say I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell Miss Smiley looks down at Miss Gloomy And feels sympathetic toward her She reaches out to her to help her up But Miss Gloomy can’t reach her Because to her, Miss Smiley looks millions and millions of miles away Miss Gloomy looks up from the bottomless pit she is in And understands that Miss Smiley can be sympathetic But will never know the full extent of Miss Gloomy’s pain And will never know how fortunate she is How can Miss Smiley help Miss Gloomy if Miss Gloomy can’t reach her? Would a caterpillar believe a butterfly saying that they can transform and be like them? Miss Gloomy wonders when the last time it was that she resembled Miss Smiley And realizes that it was probably a long time ago Her family tells her that, like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon It is possible to be a butterfly Like Miss Smiley That she isn’t so far away from her But the message doesn’t quite get through to Miss Gloomy Because, like Miss Smiley, they look millions and millions of miles away Miss Gloomy looks at Miss Smiley and thinks I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell Maybe one day I’ll emerge from my mind’s hell
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
Miss Smiley
Miss Smiley goes about her day Smiling at one thing to the next Bouncing around an endless track of things that make her happy Only sometimes veering off the track to feel low I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell School is easy for her Work is easy for her It isn’t a struggle It isn’t a chore She enjoys it I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell She has a boyfriend Of course, she does She keeps up with what clothing is trending She has a skincare routine She knows how to do makeup She is attractive She knows how to flirt Miss Smiley’s hair always remains perfectly clean and styled While Miss Gloomy’s hair has been in every direction as her mind I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell She has many friends In conversation with them She smiles easily, laughs easily, and never runs out of things to say I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell Miss Smiley looks down at Miss Gloomy And feels sympathetic toward her She reaches out to her to help her up But Miss Gloomy can’t reach her Because to her, Miss Smiley looks millions and millions of miles away Miss Gloomy looks up from the bottomless pit she is in And understands that Miss Smiley can be sympathetic But will never know the full extent of Miss Gloomy’s pain And will never know how fortunate she is How can Miss Smiley help Miss Gloomy if Miss Gloomy can’t reach her? Would a caterpillar believe a butterfly saying that they can transform and be like them? Miss Gloomy wonders when the last time it was that she resembled Miss Smiley And realizes that it was probably a long time ago Her family tells her that, like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon It is possible to be a butterfly Like Miss Smiley That she isn’t so far away from her But the message doesn’t quite get through to Miss Gloomy Because, like Miss Smiley, they look millions and millions of miles away Miss Gloomy looks at Miss Smiley and thinks I want to be her I want to ruin her I wish her well But I’ll never tell Maybe one day I’ll emerge from my mind’s hell
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
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