The pony in the mirror is not me. They insist it is, they tell me everything is fine. But they're wrong. I can feel it with every step, every spell, every flap of these wings. I live in a skin that isn't my own. I look in the mirror, and I see that I am not who I am. Celestia, why didn't you give me a choice?

I want to take the wings off, but I can't.

Special thanks: Octavia Harmony, Rozen Knight, Wise Cracker, PaulAsaran... and I'm not forgetting you either, Kleora.