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
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
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