We know you can be somepony else
What? Pipsqueak cannot afford this playground. I knew it! Silly foal! Why is he running for president at the school and makes promises he cannot even keep? He has no money to repair the playground. And everypony has been voting for him! Now they see what they have got for that! Empty promises.
Those ponies need to know that Pipsqueak should have never become class president. If they find out, that he cannot afford the playground, they will kick him out of his office! And I can become president instead! Mother will be so proud. I just have to tell everypony the truth.
Gah! Those blanc flanks are following me. Cutiemark Crusaders, can't you see I have to do this? For myself? And my mother? You do not grew up the way I did! I am a Diamond. A shining stone, a precious gem. Worthy and rare. I rise above the rest. My mother, Spoiled Rich, has told me it since I was a foal. She is a proud mare and strict. I have to make her proud. I just have to! I cannot fail again.
My mother was so angry when she found out, that I lost the vote. For her, reputation means everything. We are a noble class, we are special. Our reputation starts in Ponyville and will spread all over Equestria. We have power, we deserve to be admired. My mark shows me what I am. I am a diamond and a ruler. I am the boss. There cannot be any doubt.
Or can there? I feel so rough. I try to be like my mother. I try to be as hard as a stone. But I just cannot stand up to all these expectations. This pressure. Diamonds are hard, aren't they? Then why do I feel such cracks in me? How long can this mask stand, before it breaks appart and leaves me?
But what is underneath? I do not know. Would you believe, that I always wished I could be somepony else? No riches, no pressure, no top of the class. Yet I cannot see what I need to do to be the pony I want to be.
But the Cutiemark Crusaders seem to can. They are still following me. They are encouraging me. They believe, there is a light inside of me. They believe, I can be a better pony. Is there another way? Could I really redeem myself? However at what cost would that come? My mother already sees me as a disgrace after the vote fiasko. I cannot slip deeper.
Those blanc flanks do not know me! I have to live up to expectations they cannot even imagine. I will not change my ways or the course! I will do everything - no matter the costs - to win in the end!
Who am I even kidding? It feels as if they somehow know what I feel. I want to have friends and I want admiration. But I also want power. It lays in my nature, in my family. I hold power, so I have to use it. Mother made it clear: There are ponies, who hold powers, and those, who serve. The powerful ones have to keep theirs at all cost and therefor in the upper class it is like a little war.
Nothing is real there. We all wear masks in front of each other. My mother is the greatest hypocrite I have ever known. She expects me to follow in her hoofprints. I too wear a mask and I hate it. I hate it to be such an arrogant, mean mare. I do not even seem to be friends with Silver Spoon again. I lost her and with this my mask started to break.
But those three. They have so much honesty. I am powerless against this. Can they really show me a better way? I am not sure.
Now I stand in front of every single pony at the school. I can hear my words. I make an announcement. I am in the center of attention. Every eye rest on me. I can hear the Cutiemark Crusaders. "Diamond Tiara, this is your chance to be a better pony!" But I already know the words that will leave my lips any moment.
Huh?! Mother! What is she doing here? How did she got in here? Had she seen me, while I raced through Ponyville with the Cutiemark Crusaders hot on my tail? Apparantley she did. And she is angry. Really angry. I can hear her rage monologue already. You did something, that does not belong to somepony of your stature! You socialized with lower kinds and those blanc flanks!
Cheerilee is stunned. She cannot even say anything. Everypony is silent, while my mother demonstrates all power the upper class holds. Mother knows she has everypony at the collar and she uses it immediatley. And then she asks me to come.
Everyone looks at me. I know what they expect. Diamond Tiara will go to her mother as she is such a spoiled brat and those only stay with their kind.
However there is still the matter with the playground. Which was the reason why I came here.
Hang on! My family holds the power. My family has the money. And that is what Pipsqueak is lacking off. I could fix the problem.
The Cutiemark Crusaders came to me, when I felt down. I can be somepony else. But first I have to overcome myself and my mother. I am sick of it. I do not want to wear the mask anymore. I am not my mother! I am not my mother! I am Diamond Tiara and I have a right to show that I am different!
I feel like I am reborn. I have a completely new courage. And I would never have found it, if the Cutiemark Crusaders had not shown up. They helped me on my hooves, when I felt lost and disorientation. I can see the light of my Cutiemark. I know what I have to do. I never felt more confident like now.
My mother is so surprised and confused. She first tries to shoove me in my place, but I will never back done. Never ever again. We have the powers, mother. You told me again and again. Well, now I am gonna use them! And not in the way you do expect. And you will stop seeing the CMCs as garbage or trash!
They deserve to be diamonds. They have a wealth and value, those materials can never afford. They never give up. I have never seen ponies so encouraging and helpful. They are friends. And this friendship is something you never had, mother! I want friends and I am willing to be a friend with the Cutiemark Crusaders! Wether you like it or not!
I cannot believe I stood up to my mother. I send her away with an order for my father. We have money. I want them for the playground, so our Mister President can keep his promise! But I have to thank the Cutiemark Cursaders. I know, when they will get their Cutiemarks, they deserve them and they will look amazing.
My Cutiemark is no longer a burden for me. I have finally seen its light and I will do my best to be somepony else, to be a better pony!
