Disclaimer: I do not own any of the H.P. characters.
A/N: This is the only part that's a poem, for now at least, it's sort of a 'poetry prologue' in a way I guess.
Murderous Hands
Fuck you.
You want to know why?
Because you're just like them.
Just a conformist; cold, cruel, and uncaring.
Acceptance.
What everyone wants, right?
Not if I have to change.
I am who I am.
Deal with it.
I'm a bitch. So what?
"Ron's little sister."
God, I hated him.
Oh well.
I don't have to worry about him anymore.
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