I awoke to a blinding light and immediately cowered in fear of what would happen. I had forgotten where I was, but was quickly reminded when Twilight was standing in front of my closet-coat-fortress-of-solitude, eclipsing the bright light, the bane of my existence.

“We have been looking for you. We thought you were taken or ran off with…”

“Ran off with who? I was… looking for my coat and a broom hit me. I guess I passed out… heh…”

“There are no brooms in this closet, and you didn’t bring a coat with you. You also have made a mess of my carefully organized rain coverings. I feel as if you were hiding because you couldn’t handle the stimulation of social events and thus felt it necessary to hide or sleep. “

I had no words. She had used some sort of skill to belittle me with logic and make me speechless. I need to learn this talent!

“We need to talk. I want to talk you though this and help you.” The purple unicorn sternly stated while holding her head down and shaking it as if she was very disappointed in me.

“Can we not?” I asked sarcastically. “I don’t see the reasoning of recounting my past to ‘help’ me. It will only sadden me, then sadden you, then anger me.”
“Would you rather live with the pain?”
“I REALLY do not wish to cry.”
“Crying is good for you. It helps you heal.”
“It hurts, and I can’t.”
“You can’t cry?”
“No. “
“Come on.” She strained while tugging on my right front leg and attempted to pull me out of the closet. I tripped on some brightly colored jackets as they ensnared my legs. I got a face full of hard wood flooring. “I have arranged for you to have one-on-one time with some of my friends, then two musicians are going to come to see you around dinner time. I sent a letter to Celestia about you. She is astounded about your ability. As am I. I haven’t read about it in any books. “
“What makes you better at socializing, no, a better being than me if all you do is read books all day, write letters to someone you rarely see and use logic to belittle others? What if you do this because you hurt inside, just like I do, and you want to ‘fix them’, the others like you so you can be the only one, the superior being?”
Her face went blank, then looked almost crimson with anger. Her eyes’ anger danced like fresh flames.
“Get OUT!” She beamed as she ran in the opposite direction towards a staircase, tripped up it, as if she was too emotional to walk and ignored my existence.
I left. As I trotted through her rounded door, I laughed softly to myself. “My plan WORKED! It’s not that hard, really. Maybe if I upset everyone else, they won’t feel distraught if I leave, or kick me out. I do not wish to be here. “ I thought loudly, this specific thought protruded itself over all my random utterings for my seemingly normal brain.
I then heard a small dark chuckle in the back of my mind. Like a fluttering of wings from a caged, forgotten bird. I shook it off and went on my merry way to upset everyone.
I decided to wander towards a forest and eventually came upon a tree house and a small ranch like yard. A yellow pegasus looked up from a small herd of rabbits with a box of food pellets in her mouth. She seemed excited to see me, so I assumed she was a friend of Twilight’s.
“Hi, Singspiel, want to help me feed the bunnies?” she asked in a hushed tone, as if she felt the need to whisper. She set down the box and flipped her pink hair out of her face. “Twilight said you’d be coming.”
I approached her with force, to purposely scare her. She took a couple steps back and hung her head.
“Please don’t run so fast, you’re scaring my friends.” She said a little louder, as if she was attempting to be stern and assertive.
“And I’m assuming they are very good friends of yours, I am dreadfully sorry.” I said with a twinge of sarcasm.
The dark laughter stirred again, this time with an additional phantasmal whisper: “Good one.” I felt as if the back of my skull was being occupied by a presence other than my own.
“Thank you for apologizing. Would you like to see my birds?” She asked politely.
“Sure…” I said with hesitation.
I followed her easily, for she flew very close to the ground as if she was too scared to live and fly even five feet in the air. We soon approached a tree with a flock of nesting birds of various varieties.
“Hello lovelies! I brought a friend today!” She said to the flock, most of them seemed uninterested. “Let’s show her that trick I taught you!”
Some of the birds stirred to prepare for said performance, but a red disturbance flew through the tree at top speeds, knocking some of the birds over and de-leafing a vast amount of the tree.
“Did you do that?” The shy one asked, seeming annoyed and angered with my presence already.
“No I did not. Was it a ball? I don’t have mind powers, or anything. “ I replied snidely.
“No one is around here.” She said after she looked around hastily. She bent down to see if any of the birds were injured. “This isn’t very funny, you hurt my friends.”
“I hurt your friends? First, I didn’t shake the tree or even touch it. And second, they’re only birds. Animals don’t have the same compassion as other beings do. You replaced real interaction of ponies your age with animals because they don’t judge you. You feel as if you can’t live up to anyone’s standards so you take care of so many different animals because they don’t understand interactions. They only love you because you feed and care for them. I bet if I was holding the bird seed bag, things would be different.”
She looked up from a fallen Blue Jay with tears in her eyes as she said softly: “It’s not true. I have friends…”
I stood tall and said loudly “You, have a problem.”
She began to weep hysterically and struggled as she squeaked out: “Please leave. You are upsetting me and you are no longer welcome here.”
I turned and left through a small wooden gate.

Author's Note

I do not hate any of them. Next will be Applejack and Rarity. It's just her character. Sing is going through tough stuff and feels the need to bully. Don't hate because I offended your favorite character. Hate it because my story is pointless, or because my writing style is shitty.
But, thanks. At least I offended someone! Which means the words I wrote, were true.