My cheeks hurt.
My eyes water.
My mouth is dry.
From the smiling.
My throat burns.
My voice is strained.
My chest is sore.
From the laughing.
My head is throbbing.
My mind is clouded.
My muscles ache.
From last night.
My smile hurts.
My laughter is fake.
My evenings are blurs.
From forcing it.
The crowd is singing.
The crowd is moving.
The crowd is happy.
From my parties.
Twilight is dancing.
Rarity is giggling.
Rainbow is rejoicing.
From my efforts.
Applejack is beaming.
Fluttershy is twirling.
And I
don’t have to force it.
From friends like these.