A/N: A poem based on the brilliant fic I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy by Freak In The Shadows

George is crazy. No one understands him but Fred, whom he calls his mirror. The lady is Molly, their mother. For the full story, read the fic.

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Harry Potter, and I would be killed by a certain member of this site if I said I owned I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy.

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It was early, too early

He's awake

He hasn't slept sine Thursday

He stands at the window

Watching the sun rise

Watching the dawn of another pointless day

Knowing nothing good would happen

Nothing good ever happened

No one understood him

But his mirror

His mirror understood him

But no one understood his mirror either

The world was such a pointless thing

And he wanted so badly to leave

To escape to a place where he could be with his mirror

All alone

But the lady wouldn't let him

It would make the lady sad

So he stayed

Living a pointless existence in a hopeless world