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
