Lesser Tales (and Songs) from a Real Life Changeling

However lost a pony is, I will help them.

Perhaps you misshear what others say, for challenging goodness is up to them, but was I there when you met them?

And was it my fault for your belief, or that of yours to be so brief?

I see not a house of lies, but one cut by more divides. Do not harm those who wish, for only a simple dream of this.

Not one, not two, not three, but all are at fault, for these lies of me.

I am no mystery to be untangled, but your eyes are foggy and very mangled.

Tell me not who I shall be, for being flawed is what you see.

I am not a fading cardboard cutout of your mind, but a cross section of things behind.

None of us are truly bad, but all have minds to be bettered. And binded to ourselves we always are, for I am not a smudge of tar upon the world to be wiped away. You are lying, but not to me, for you tell yourself that I'm not here to see.

I am alive, awake and sound of mind. I am no wolf to you, but a helpless sheep, nor am I.

We are stuck, amid this world we are a husk, to be carefully cut into a shape, of those pipes they do still make.

I will not be carved away, lest hope and faith of mine be led astray. I will not allow my mind to lay, upon the bed of final day.

We will not submit, not to the endless torrent, nor to those who tell us to die,

I will do what I have always done, in the face of insults, pestering, and exclusion,

I will continue to walk. I will walk with more pride than I ever have, for I am willing to admit when I am in the wrong, and I can see myself for the proud continuation of my legend.

I am a changeling, and here I'll stay.