Laughing, Happy Girl

by Rilley Riddle

A poem. This is not a funny, cheery poem. I think it's a bit depressing. A lot of my friends think it's good, so please tell me if you agree.

Who am I?
Am I the laughing girl,
That everyone sees?
The girl who has everything?
Looks, popularity, the grades and talent
Everyone sees a laughing, happy girl who has everything
But I don't



I don't have everything. I don't have anyone special to talk to
No close friends or family. No one to talk to. About the deep, meingful, importat things.
Not any more.


I am still the laughing, happy girl. On the outside.
Everyone thinks I got over it. That I survived.
But inside I am still hurt, mad and sad at once.
I miss him.


But I am still mad at the world. How can They understand?
He didn't take someone from them.
They could care less, he's gone.

But I'm still here.
Still being the laughing, happy girl.









A/N: Wow, my first attempt at HP poetry. I think that this is pretty good. I want you to take a guess at who's point of view this is. Her name has a "C" in it.