>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.