AN: So I was feeling rather angsty one night and this poem popped into my head. When I read through it it just seemed to scream Ginny at me. I know that is absolutely crap but I thought I might as well put it up. It's meant to be how Ginny feels when thinking about the Chamber.
I want to be a kid again,Everything was black and white.Remember way back then,When I knew how to be right.
Sometimes I get so lost,And I don't understand why.Put my life on permafrostUntil I can tell truth from lie.
Knowing the facts ain't important now,What counts is deep inside.Inside I'm crying, inside I'm dying,I wish someone could hear my cry.
I don't know what to say,What to do is no longer clear.Someone help me find my way,I'm blinded by my fear.
I know the truth is out there,I used to know it all,So take me back to yesteryear,Please someone hear my call.