Scootaloo's Mask

Dear Diary,

The mask I wear

Is not one I wear by choice.

It is not one I wear to look pretty

Nor do I ever desire to take it off.

The mask I wear

Protects me from harm

Verbal abuse

That leads to my suffering

I used to have no desire

To hide my true self away

Or to pretend

For those who don't understand.

My mask has seen suffering

It has seen times in which i have wanted to end it all

But my mask has also

Seek kindness

Out of nowhere

Like sunshine on a cloudy day

You saw me, my mask

And you smiled at it

You gave my mask

Something to smile about

And slowly

You broke down my mask

You brought light into my life

When everything seemed dark

When i wanted to give up

You were there.

I still wear my mask

I still feel pain, if not more

But you are there

To pick me up

I, am also there for you

I will stand by your side

Whatever pain you endure

I will take it upon myself also

I will help you

As you have helped me

And together

We will bin our masks.

I have to go now, AppleBloom and Sweetie Bell need me.

Scootaloo x