You
You.
You asshole.
You utter monster.
I have a lot to say to you.
Meadow Breeze is dead. Meadow Breeze did not die of cancer. She did not get run over by a cart, nor eaten by a manticore. Meadow Breeze killed herself because of you. Yes you. Diamond Tiara. There is no pony to blame for her death but yourself. You killed her.
Oh no, of course not directly. You're too nice, uptight, clever, whatever for that. You killed her with your words. You killed her with your bitter poison, you bitch. You wove a web of angry taunts and malicious teasing, and now Meadow Breeze will never breath again, because she is dead.
Do you know now how she died? Do you even care? Were you too busy trying to distance yourself from the whole thing; too busy begging Daddy dearest to hire good expensive lawyers? You were. You could care less about her. But I DO care about her, so let me tell you.
Meadow Breeze tried to kill herself in the most agonizing way possible. She went out into the Everfree forest and ate castor plant seeds. Why she chose those, one can only guess. Perhaps she simply had read that they were poisonous, but didn't read about how they were poisonous? She did a lot of that, reading. The library was one of her few sanctuaries from you. But I digress. Castor seeds. They burn you from the inside out as they kill you. It takes days to die. I know this because I've decided to use this time to educate myself. Botany is surprisingly interesting. Might as well do something positive with this crappy situation.
I'm sorry, I'm getting off topic. I have a lot on my mind I need to get out.
Meadow did not want to wait days to die. The next day she was found hanging by a piano wire in her bathroom. We only know her original choice from the autopsy. Not that you care. You never care.
Meadow Breeze loved music. She loved playing the piano. She wanted to play it professionally some day. From what I understand, that probably was never going to happen. But she would have made a wonderful music teacher. But now she will never teach music, because she is dead. You killed her with your words.
Diamond, I have so much to say, and I don't even know where to begin. I'm just going to ramble, I guess. Celestia knows you'll have plenty of time to read this.
I don't know why, looking back, I was under your spell for so long. You have proven yourself to be nothing but a monster. A horrible monster. Why you choose me to be your wingmare, instead of another victim, I'll never know, but I wish I had been another victim. I can never, ever get rid of the stain on my conscience the activities I have partaken with you have caused. I will never live down the fact that I am partially to blame for a suicide.
You have no good reason to be a bully. You had a perfect childhood. Okay, maybe not perfect, but pretty damn close. So your mother left the family. You still get to see her. Your dad's the richest stallion in Ponyville. A pretty decent guy, too. Not perfect, but a tart' of a lot better than you. Where did it come from, Diamond? Where did your shittyness come from?
You had all you could ever want. You're rich. Heck, your dad is named Filthy Rich. If that's not prophetic, I don't know what is. You've had the world handed to you on a golden platter. You wear a diamond tiara on your head. But there is one thing that money could not buy you: Friends.
Sure you're popular. Nopony doubts that. You were the prom queen several years in a row in high school, I recall. But you never had real friends. You had ponies who'd rather not be your enemy. You didn't have real friends. I was your only real friend.
WAS. But we'll get there. As I said, I have a lot of thoughts for you.
Diamond Tiara, you have mastered the classic roll of the alpha bitch, with apologies to Diamond Dogs, who honestly are probably nicer than you. You know how to be manipulative. You know how to be sweet and sanguine on the outside, and how to be the Nightmare inside.
Maybe you are possessed by the Nightmare. I wouldn't put it past you.
But as I was saying, You led a reign of terror in middle school, then in high school. Ponies feared you, and you loved that. You never did stuff directly. You just dropped little hints here and there, and your royal and loyal followers did the rest. You used ponies to do your dirty work. Sometimes, you even used me. But you mostly liked to keep me clean. You fancied me a pet, and you kept me on a tight leash. Well, I'm done with that bullshit. You used me, you used so many ponies to keep your empire from falling. Well, it's over. The jig is up. Your empire, like every great empire that choked on its own hubris, has fallen.
Let me jump around. I'm in a very verbal mood, and this dictation spell the counselor has going is quite nifty. She wants me to edit this first, but I prefer it to be raw. I'm angry. I should be. I'm angry at you, and I'm going to keep going until I let it all out.
Remember when? Do you remember when we met? We were barely more than toddlers. You had just moved from Trottingham, and were the new kid on the block, looking for friends. You found me. I should have known from the start something was wrong with you, when the first words out of your mouth were, "Hey, poop head!" That should have been my first clue to gallop away as fast as possible. But I didn't. Because your next words were, "Are you really (and even then you had mastered the flippant tone) playing with a "Lovingcup Game Inspector Doll?"
Because, you know, back then I was actually interested in things outside of me. I wasn't a self-absorbed twat. That, you turned me into. Thanks; no thanks. Instead of running away, I told you what the Equestria Games were. You told me your daddy owned the event. Liar.
Have I mentioned you're a liar? Have I mentioned you suck? No? You suck. Have I mentioned how you went out of your way to verbally abuse me all throughout grade school? I was too pusillanimous to do anything about it. Pusillanimous is a word you know. I've been using my time here to do something useful, like read. 'Cause I'm going to be here a bit. And unlike you, I actually feel bad. Again, I'm not a monster. Anymore at least.
You barely had to even ply me with gifts, because I was the perfect pet, the perfect "friend", the perfect wingmare. I stuck by your side out of fear and out of loneliness. I thought our crappy friendship was better than no friendship at all. Goddess was I wrong.
Speaking of friendship, you know who I've started corresponding with? Applebloom. You know, now an adult officer for the CMCA? You know, actually doing something with her life? She says she's sorry about the restraining order. To me. She's glad she'll never see you again. That's how bad you've bucked up: the sister of one of the Sisters of Friendship won't be your friend. Let that sink in. But she's willing to give me a shot. After the shit we put them through, that's impressive. I dig it.
But not you. Because, ugh, I am so sick of you. Sick sick sick sick SICK! I tried so long to help you. I think I did. I don't even know anymore. But I'm tired. Tired of your stuck up, messed up attitude. You still refuse to see the errors of your ways. That's sad. That's tragic.
So, Diamond Tiara, I give up. I've been trying to reach the good in you for two months now, but you know what I realize, the scariest truth of all? Maybe there is no good in you. I know our society believes there is goodness in us all. I don't. You've jaded me too much.
I'm sure there are other things I wanted to say, but I'm too exhausted to think of anything else right now. Which is too bad, because I'm afraid we won't be talking anymore. You're a toxic influence, Diamond. You poisoned me for nineteen years. I'm not letting you poison me any longer.
So, I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye to the worst friend I ever had. Good luck, I guess? You're going to need it.
Goodbye Diamond Tiara. Please don't write back.
~Your Ex Friend, Silver Spoon.
You put the letter down and you cry, now truly alone in your cell.
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...wait, so are they both in prison? At the beginning I tought it was only Silver... she hints it pretty clearly.
Nice story, by the way :-)
Sadly, I can see that end for the two.
I know it isn't quite something you are meant to speak about, lot of the brattier types of bullies just see it all as this cute little game of theirs...
Know that poem has a tech bend to it, but I still think it fits quite well on Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara; just a game....
Until somepony got hurt.
5329556 thank you.
Yeah, that sounds like Silver pushing a lot of her personal guilt onto another person. It's easier to just hate Diamond Tiara than hating herself.
5329600 UGH if I never hear or see anything referencing that melodramatic, artsy fartsy, overblown, pretentious, sanctimonious, pseudo-hipster claptrap ever again, I will be a very happy camper indeed...
Maybe she is disassociating, but when you think about what we've seen in the show so far, of her behavior if not monitored by Diamond...I can see where she is coming from. I'm willing to bet she hates herself quite a bit...and is paying penance for it. But truth be told, much of what she says both about Diamond and her influence on Silver is spot on. ESPECIALLY if it started as early on as she says.
It doesn't absolve Silver, not by a long shot. But then again, I've always had a soft spot for that filly.
...Diamond on the other hoof...
Ok, I'm not the type that takes bullying well, never did from being a kid to growing up. Honestly, most of the time I just wanted someone to body-check the bullies back in the day, and today I want to be the one I wished for growing up. Sure, I know it doesn't work that way, but I'm just saying I've got a huge bias on this. Maybe, from an objective standpoint, Diamond isn't beyond saving. Several authors have written her character and redemption so well I've wound up liking their pink ponies with head gear quite a bit!
But classic Diamond Tiara...the kind you have here...nothing would please me more than to stick Tirek and Chrysalis in a cell with her. Moreover, tell them if they break the filly, they can go free...the results would be worth it to me...and that's why I figure I'm not the best to talk about these things.
All the same, very well done, and I applaud your writing skill.
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I personally found the video quite poignant and beautiful, and dealing with a important subject that simply doesn't get spoken nearly enough about. (Same as this story, thus why I posted it.)
There are some genially broken people out there, that will do near anything to feel like they're the biggest and best person in the room for a few fleeting moments.
To be frank, I can think of far, far worse ways to talk about bullying then by poetry.
Still, you of course by all means not required to think it good poetry, but I will respectfully disagree with you in this case.
5330138 It's well animated, I'll give you that... BUT THE WORDS!! MY GOD THE WORDS!! It's like they're describing someone setting off WWIII rather than doing a bit of trolling, and he is so descriptive and puts so much emotion behind his delivery it's almost laughable when you discover what the subject matter actually is.
And I'm not the compassionate person around, but I happen to think suicide is a very selfish way apart from the most exceptional circumstances... Especially over some remarks from a perfect stranger you only know online. I just can't understand why anyone could care about what some anonymous idiot says about you... And I definitely can't fathom why you'd take your life over it. Maybe, I just don't want to.
For a much more understandable and less up-itself idea of what to do when faced with online bullies, check out the Wander Over Yonder episode, The Troll. It's GGOOOODD...
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I quite like this story for this; it remains ambiguous all the way through. After all, all we are seeing are highly biased "facts" that are told from Silver's retrospective perspective, save for the final line.
It is not inconceivable that Silver was, in aftermath of the arrest, visited by her parents, who, unable to comprehend that rheir little angel could do such a thing, start looking for alternatice truths. "She always wad a bad influence on you" "We should have noticed it earlier". Most anyone in Silver's position would probably take that opportunity to releave guilt from self.
On the other side, it is also possible for everything here to be true, and Diamond to be the true "villain", although I still think it would be unfair for Silver to blame Diamond even in that case =P
5330089 Yeah right, I mean canon Diamond Tiara called once AppleBloom a looser, totally unforgivable. It's a wonder why the mane6 haven't use yet the elements against this Tartarus's pawn.
I really don't get why you people said she is worst than Chysalis/Tirek/Sombra/Hitler.
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Ok, fair enough, heck I even said I'm majorly bias in this. Thing is...seeing this fic as a possible result of her behavior and seeming lack of correctional influence, at least none sticking with her...you gotta admit, the bias is gunna be against her on this. Not saying she actually DOES deserve it, far from it. Just saying that this is how the fic makes us feel, is all. It's not gunna be proportionate, or justified...
Doesn't mean that others aren't going to feel it though.
So much anger!
This truly, truly expresses a good lot of beautiful rage.
Loved it!
Just hope nothing in your personal life inspired this trampoline...
~Leonzilla
So deep, this is the cries of a broken soul that has lost faith and become cynical.
I would like to know if the suicide was the thing two months before that caused her to start trying to reach Tiara.
Also If she was in jail like Tiara or a different kind of institution.
~Leonzilla
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Words can hurt, often more than steel and sharp glass.
~leonzilla
5329600 I don't like the title, this poem only refers to bad trolls but even to them this poem doesn't fit very well.
This poem talk about bullies, cynical people, and haters, not so much trolls that's why I find the tittle quite misleading.
~Leonzilla
5333135 I COULD say something about sticks and stones, but of course that would be FAR too cliched for me...
Oops.
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5331400 It's cool to see this generating discussion. It makes me, the author happy.
5333121 Nothing of the sort going on in my life. I'm pretty immune to bullying, luckily.
5333128 I didn't figure out the exact time line, but there was the suicide, then a trial to determine if DT and SS could be implicated as being to blame for it (Spoiler Alert: They were), then Jail time. Somewhere in that process, Silver Spoon had a change of heart/breakdown and realized how fucked up her relationship with DT was, and decided maybe she could change DT for the better too.
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I hope you fucking die.
5337242 Woah woah woah. I encourage people to have lively discussion about my stories. I don't really care if people yell at each other. And I agree, this person has an uncaring and naive view of suicide. But I feel your response is inflammatory and over the line, and hope you can edit it into something more constructive and less, well, trollish.
Thank you.
5337242 If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Or ponies. Regardless, you are an impolite, uneducated, nasty little snot who lacks the articulation to constructively debate and so resorts to childish abuse. I shall be ignoring you henceforth unless you can contribute something worthwhile to the argument... Sufficed to say, I'm not holding my breath. Because then I'd die. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Not gonna happen. HA HA etc.
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Sorry, but I don't mince words when it comes to bullies.
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Garbage in, garbage out, shitstain.
I feel like this should get a sequel where Diamond Tiara starts trying to improve herself.
5517226 she was a diamond in the rough until prison polished her up.
5517373 In that case... there should be a sequel detailing the actions she takes once she gets out of prison.
5517378 That would require me writing a long character-redemption slice of life piece, something I'm not good at. Mostly the "long" part. As you've probably noticed, most of my works are more scenes than stories; this is because I write fairly slowly and rarely finish longer projects I start. I'm sure there are some good DT redemption stories on this site. Sorry, but I hope you understand.
5517594 I understand...
Although that does give me an idea for a shorter story... If you're interested in hearing it.
5517748 sure.
5517750 Instead of a long one, just do a short story about Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara reuniting after Diamond Tiara has changed.
5517757 that could work. A conversation at a cafe or something
5517812 Sounds like that would be the best way to do it.
5517832 Reminds me of the epilogue of March to the Scaffold
5517859 I've never read that story before... I probably will at some point now.
Funnily, except for the final line, it's not a second-person story. :V
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