- >Have you ever felt alone?
- >Not the alone as the normal kind of alone
- >That alone in a crowded room alone
- >That feeling when you walk down the street and you just feel…
- >Different
- >You try to tell yourself you’re not
- >You look in the mirror
- >You think you look perfectly acceptable
- >You make sure to watch your words around others to not come off sounding stupid
- >You even laugh at all the jokes you don’t get
- >But still it doesn’t help
- >You hear every single passing remark
- >Even if it isn’t totally directed at you
- >You feel every stare that comes your way
- >Judging you, measuring you
- >You keep yourself sane by telling yourself that they aren’t looking at you or talking about you
- >But late at night, when you’re alone in your bed
- >You hear those remarks
- >You feel those stares
- >”Why does he look funny?”
- >”Why do you stand like that?”
- >”What’s wrong with your voice?”
- >”Why can’t you be more like us?”
- >Slowly, you build a wall
- >You hide yourself away from this cruel world
- >And there you lie, late at night, hugging your pillow
- >Wishing it would all just
- >Dissapear
- >Wishing for that one person
- >For someone who won’t care
- >Looking for someone who appreciates you for the good qualities
- >Someone who can look past the not so normal face
- >Someone who hears more than that lisp in your speech
- >Someone who just…
- >Understands
- >Then something happens
- >Something amazing
- >Something unexpected
- >Something magical
- >She appears
- >Out of nowhere
- >You don’t know how she arrived
- >And part of you doesn’t care
- >Because she isn’t like everyone else
- >She looks deep into your soul and finds the real you
- >She takes the time to tear down that wall
- >She understands you, she doesn’t mind that you sometime repeat yourself
- >Of that your ideas maybe a little crazy or off the wall
- >She doesn’t judge you like the rest do
- >Maybe that because, she isn’t normal herself
- >Ok sure, she’s a pony
- >She has wings and can fly through the air
- >But that is almost normal now a days anyways
- >It goes deeper than that
- >This little grey pony with the golden hair and eyes
- >The one with a mark on her flank that looks like bubbles
- >She has a lisp herself and she doesn’t always talk clearly
- >Her eyes are different too
- >They don’t seem to star at the same spot
- >One looking at you, the other staring into the distance
- >But you don’t see those things
- >You just see the mare that came into your life
- >And saved you from yourself
- >Because you know
- >She only has eyes for you
- >Sometimes
- >You just don’t know what went…
- >Right.
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