Only I Truly Know Me

Ponies think I am always happy.

Some think I am naive

About the world around me.

But they are wrong.

These statements couldn’t be

Farther from the truth.

The smile I always wear

Is just a disguise

I wear to cover up

The pain I feel inside.

I hear all the unkind words.

But they don’t know

That I hear them.

Most everypony says

They know me,

But no one does.

They know my cover.

They don’t know me.

Only I know me.

Only I know the hurt

I have felt.

Only I know the loneliness

That I truly feel.

Who am I

You might ask.

The name I carry

As my cover

Is Pinkie Pie.

Through that identity

I party and play all day.

Never sad, never aware.

Always friendly and hyper.

My real name, though,

Is Pinkamena Diane Pie.

My real self is shy, reserved,

cries a lot, and always stutters.

They are mirror opposites,

I know.

Though shy,

I crave to have

Somepony truly listen to me.

My friends care for me,

I know that,

But in my alter-ego's

Sugar-raged rants

They just put it off

As me being Pinkie Pie.

If they were to actually

Listen to them they would

Hear my subtle pleas

To have somepony listen to the real me.