The Creator

The pegasus mare ground her teeth together. Before he stood a tall unicorn, with a mane dyed of many colors. Her coat was a tan.

"So. You wish me to be what? An athlete? A guitarist? Pianist? A mathematician?" The mare asked, trying to rid her voice of the hostility burning in her eyes.

"You don't try at anything! You fail at anything involving decent focus, all you do is block everypony out with your music!" The unicorn glared pointedly at the headset around the pegasus' neck.

"Maybe I don't want to try? Maybe I don't want to be such a thing like you want me to be." The pegasus replied.

"You are not going to sit around in you're room listening to music until you forget you're own name! You will have a purpose as long as I see to it."

The pegasus laughed. It wasn't a genuine one. It was one comprised of hostility and a slight slip of insanity.

"I have a purpose! I write, I read, I sing, I create! And what do you do? You cut it off! I hardly have time to do what I enjoy anymore! I am stuck with hours of doing something that leaves me sore and frustrated!"

"Its because you won't open you're mind. You stay on a bed drawing and listening to music. You hardly ever leave except to eat!"

The pegasus' eyes burned with a fire. A fire of anger and madness. Her mentality had granted her no will to do these things the unicorn wanted.

"Because you don't get it! I make people happy! People who care about me! And all you do is force me away to some damn parties I have no interest in! No one there likes me! They like her! I'm not like her! I'm not beautiful. I don't have those soft facial features!"

"You don't even try to make friends! All you do is sit around and listen to music!"

"Ha... ha ha.." The pegasus gazed at her hooves, her chest shaking as short laughs escaped her body.

"You think I don't try. You're right. I don't. But that isn't because I want to do whatever I will.. No.. I did try. I tried to be what you wanted. I tried to be an athlete. I tried to be a pianist, a guitarist. I tried it. I tried to be a gymnast. When that failed I tried to be a dancer... I tried... Friends.. I tried for those two. But guess what? Huh? Guess what?" Her voice hardened as she looked up, her burning emerald eyes narrowed.

"I failed. I tried and tried and I failed. Friends? Ha! No one even cares I exist! They only care about her! I can't be her, I can't be energetic in the physical sense of the word, I can't be interested in what they like. Why don't I try, huh!? Because no one cares! When no one cares, all you want to do is give up! I can't change! You can't change me! I will die before you do that!" The pegasus' eyes burned.

"I don't keep trying to be what you want anymore because you don't encourage me. No one does. The only encouragement I get is for my creativity. All you two do is scold me for missing something stupid! Threaten to take away my only outlet of happiness when I can't get something right! And I am sick of it! If you wanted me to be something, the least you could do was encourage it instead of trying to force it into me!"

The unicorn was silent. The pegasus' eyes were brimming with tears as she turned her back on the unicorn.

"Its funny. You always tell me... Tell me to be myself.. When all this time, you want nothing else than for me to be a little trophy on a shelf. No matter how much you hurt me in the process."

With those words, the pegasus walked down the hall, her light brown hooves hitting the lamenate floor with small steps. For once, she had showed the unicorn what her inner turmoil looked like.

Once she reached her room, she slammed the door behind her, the walls harshly shaking in protest. Hopefully that would give the unicorn the right idea of not trying to reason her opinion into the pegasus' head like she would every time the mare had a rough time.