A/N: My new phone can type docs... Awesome! I don't own HP.
Voices
There were voices... always voices
judging her on her choices,
whether they were right or wrong didn't matter,
as long as Loony would just spatter.
Cruel jokes and ill-humour,
everyday had its own rumour.
She's mad, they say, madder than a hatter,
not even the mental hare would dare a mutter.
She's not all there, they'd say,
she's not all here either, another would forget his respects to pay.
Luna would live on, her battles not forgotten at all,
one saw them and refused to let her fall.
The voices grew tired, sad and alone,
rivalling even Myrtle's woeful moan.
Neville liked her odd ways and silly manners,
thinking she's delightful and shouldn't hide her banners.
They completed each other, in toto, as a whole,
the world a playground in which they have a private hole.
None understood, none cared,
except the few with whom they friendship shared.
Who needs them anyways?
Why should they follow the common ways?
Being unique is enough,
and it's always the silver lining when times get tough.
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