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