Fragment
I’m a broken pony,
i’m just a fragment of who i was,
I never thought of this,
I never would known this was it,
I never meant to become this,
All i am now is a fragment of a good pony,
all i feel is fragment of my life,
all i see is what has become of me,
nothing i do stays intact,
everything becomes a fragment because of me,
why do i try,
why do i speak out,
i’m just a fragment of what i used to be,
i’m just a fragment in the mass of other fragments,
i’m not the only one,
but i’m just a fragment,
no pony knows of us,
no pony cares about us,
we’re just fragments,
among the mass.
hmm i like this one