It was teasing, pulling me along for the ride. I wanted, desired, needed something, or somepony
to pull down this mask. Mean more to me than playing pretend. A friend, To give me more
than my falsified experiences. I wanted to feel cute. But when acting cute is such an act
that act might become reality but then what is mine. If you act for so long you just
become the mask… is it an act? Or does that mean you’re just confused. Am I just
confused? I’ve heard it before, and soon I’d hear it again and again and again.
Forever repeating never ceasing. That was who I was. Bunny wasn’t me she,
he, they(?) were a character I designed. A happy pen pal for others
to interact with. To befriend, to love, to care for, to treat better
than they deserved. What could you deserve as a simple act?
Do you think Celestia wanted to rule, or did she fall into it?
When did the act stop. When did she begin. Did she ever
begin? Or was she like me, never breaking down the
mask? I want to be cute. Am I a mare because I feel
cute as one? I broke down too long ago to think
about this. But now I have to. Thinking, who
I’m meant to be? Who I feel like? Or am I
Another lost soul caught between
Themselves and the pony they?
She? He? Wants to be. Stuck.
I have to think, be bold, be
somepony better be some
pony new, be somepony
who’s bold and unique.
Not somepony afraid
of who they might
become. Am I a
mare? Am I?
Am I cute?
I… don’t
Know.
Who.
Am.
I?
