I’m just a pony
they want me to do so much,
they push me too hard,
i can’t keep up with demands
i can’t do what they want,
i can’t be like they want me to be,
but i’m only a pony,
i can’t do everything,
yet they push me on, until i break,
i’m just a object to them,
but i’m a pony,
few care about me,
but I’m a pony,
yet few notice,
i’m push all the time,
i’m used like a machine,
it never stops for me,
I’m just a pony,
I’m just trying to see, the joy of being one,
but where is the joy of being one,
when i’m pushed all the time,
I’m only a pony.
Wow, that poem was great, but super sad. If it helps, I care. And I also feel you, sometimes I feel like this a bit. But than I just remember that there are great people AND ponies in the world. So smile, you're a gifted poem writer.
Well, that was sure interesting o-o,
Damn, this one reminds me of Rara.