HELLO! How's everyone? I just got over a nasty cold and I had some time to write some stuff. So here is a short little poem/Journal entry from Draco! And no, it's not supposed to rhyme! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Draco! It makes me sad sometimes, but it's true. -.-
Dear Journal,
Today I went for a walk around the lake. It was crystal blue as usual, and no one was there except me. I thought of a poem there, I don't really know why. I mean, I'm not the sentimental type, and I don't like to write this kind of stuff. It's just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Well, here it is:
I wear my smirk as a line of defense,
I can hide behind it when there is no attack.
It's easy to be mean,
Yet extremely hard to be nice.
Convenience is everyone's goal in life,
Somehow I always get the opposite.
My life doesn't exactly fit normal standards,
But I am better than normal standards can handle.
My parents don't care for me really,
Why does it matter when I feel the same way?
We're all human beings,
Some are just better than others.
I can't explain why people are different,
But I can say that no one is as good as me.
It's not my fault I am who I am,
If people don't like it then deal with it.
I'm trained,
But I am not a dog.
Feeling emotions is not my specialty,
Yet hurting others feelings is.
I admit that I'm conceited and self centered,
What can I say? I can't help it.
Born and raised to be and evil jerk/deatheater,
It's not my choice.
I can't say no to any of it,
They just won't allow it.
When have I cared,
Have I ever at all?
Questions plague my mind often,
They need to be answered.
Hopefully they'll blow over like the wind,
All I can do is pray that I won't die from insanity.
Life is bitter pain,
No happiness just pain.
Now they see,
now they know what its like to be me.
-Draco Malfoy
