Last night I had a dream.

It’s the same old, usual scene.

I’m flying high in the sky,

No worries in my eye,

I let the wind take me, waving worries goodbye.

Waking up breaks my heart.

It’s the same old, boring start.

I’m stuck on the ground,

No clouds to be found,

I hear only trotting be the ambient sound.

I tell others of how I feel.

They don’t believe me, so I conceal.

No wings on each side,

Can’t fly or short glide,

Would anyone miss me if I tried sui-

This pain, I can’t stand.

Why don’t ponies understand?

That deep in my mind,

I know that you’ll find,

The spirit of a pegasus, you’ll see is confined.

I can’t take it anymore.

Don’t see what this is for.

Convincing a closed minded pony,

Calling me phoney,

Telling me I’m just letting these delusions control me.

Last night I had a dream.

Sweeter than strawberries and cream.

When I fall asleep, I’m alive.

It helps me survive,

Knowing the pain and confusion shortly subsides.

Everyone is so quick to point hooves.

That it’s a lie I’m trying to prove.

It’s not their fault they’re mean…

They’ve never felt this way it seems…

The best way out is to get back to my dream…

• This poem is written from the thoughts of my Ponysona, Neat Scribble

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