Of all the things found that day, Trixie had found the worst.
With her lack of reputation, they would rather sneer, at first.
Because of her boastful nature, and lack of humility,
This brought about a horrid thing - zero credibility.
Yet she practiced and practiced, read and learned,
The reason her act's destruction was earned.
She had been boastful, bratty, and mean,
With the view of herself in her eyes flawed,
She cried, and ran, as they shouted 'Fraud!'
Yet now, she's returned, with lesson learned,
And forever humble once more.
But alas, it's too late, though her attitude turned,
And her fans to her, no longer adore,
She finally found rest,
Though she wished for the best,
She still cries, and weeps, tears still left unshed,
As she at last, today, retires to bed.
Yet sorrow, still there, trapped in this mare,
Gives little relief, and leaves but despair.
As her eyes fall closed, and breathing evens out,
She returns to her dreams, without worry or doubt.
The guilt of her deeds, now striking home,
Leave her silent, shaking to the bone.
But alas, this torture will eventually end,
When she but finds one thing - Friend.