Hidden

I was the pony who had hidden herself from the world.

The bullies hated the real me.

Too tall.

Too happy.

Too outspoken.

So I changed.

I hid the real me.

I made the world think I was the one thing that I wasn't.

Shy.

I hid the real me under a blanket of glamour.

And because everyone hated her, I learned to too.

So I became the pony who had hidden herself from the world.

When I fell from the sky on the day of the Pegasus Race, the butterflies caught me.

And I sang.

At first I sang shyly,

So they wouldn't see the real me.

As though I was trying to push myself further under that concealing blanket.

But then I sang wildly.

Just like I used to do.

Before I hid myself from the world.

And my cutie mark appeared.

I was happy again.

Most ponies think I got my cutie mark by taming the animals.

But no.

I got my cutie mark because the animals were the only things I could share the real me with.

I am still the pony who hid herself from the world.

I can't even show the real me to my friends.

They would hate the real me.

Like I do.

So stayed hidden.

And became the one thing I never was.

The one thing I could have avoided.

Shy.

And all because I had hidden myself from the world.

All because of a bully.

All because they were jealous of my happiness.

And now the damage is done.

And I will remain hidden from the world.

Forever.