Stream of Consciousness

by BellChime

Outside

Author's Note:

I'm not sure whether to keep this. It's not exactly ponyish but it felt stream of conscious-y. Tell me what you think? If you don't think it fits I'm moving it to my deviantart account.

I thought I was doing everything right
Believe me I tried
I tried
The good old days feel far away
And I remember when everyone would say,
"Do what you're told,
do what's right,
Behave yourself,
and you'll be alright."
I did what I was told.
I did what was right.
I did my best to behave.
I thought I was alright.
So why am I sitting outside?
Why am I alone in the cold tonight?
Now-a-days everything's upside down.
Change at a moment's notice,
"No good deed goes unpunished"
"No bad deed goes unpraised."
If I do bad I am punished.
If I do good I am punished.
If I do nothing, I am punished.
If I exist I am punished.
I must be cautious with
a little flick of light,
I only have so much time.
Don't be sad, I'm used to it.

but

sometimes it does get a bit lonely outside