DraconicZodiac

Worthlessness, despair, anguish. These are just a few of the adjectives that I would use to describe myself on the best of days. I wish I could simply ignore it, or make it vanquish, but things are not always as we wish it to be. I know I must seem annoying or brutish to many of my subjects and the few acquaintance's that I have made since my return. True, even to myself I think of me as somebody I would blatantly ignore, or be wary of. Too hyperactive, too needy, too eager to prove myself worthy of standing by my sisters side again. I try numerous ways to garner her attention even when it is of the unwelcome and berating kind. Maybe one day I can rise above these feelings of unworthiness,; perhaps it will come about and I will no longer remember these days but as a simple fleeting memory... I doubt it though, I have done things I should not have and I am far from the innocent I wish I were. If I could but turn back the hands of time, I would probably end myself in the

I am lonely, locked away, and trapped. No one wishes to hold me tenderly, or whisper sweet nothings in my ear at night. I am abandoned and tossed aside like an old memory, fuzzy and easily forgotten. I gave of myself all the time, working so my subjects could see the beauty of my night. I helped lead my so called loyal subjects; ponies who claimed they stood by my side in kinship. I gave all my care and love, yet I received naught in return. Not a single whisper of the words thank you or how kind. I am not even acknowledged. I try to help take others pain away through their dreams by blessing them with happiness. In return I am left with even more pain, and they, none. Is it too much to ask to be held, even for just a night? All I ask is for a night... A single night full of loving tenderness. Alas it is not to be, not in this world and nor in the next if my expectations hold true... Ah heartache, it is bittersweet and forever there for ones such as I. I know I am