A/N: one day I was just all down, so I started to write. It became a poem about me and the Harry Potter-books. I don't know why it ends like it does, but I actually like the ending. Read and review, please.





It has taken my life

I can't remember

Who I was

Before.

Before it came into my life

And stole it

What did I think?

What did I draw?

What did I write?

Before?

Now,

When I look into the mirror

I see Charlie

Or Sirius

Not me.

Every morning

When I decide what to wear

I ask myself:

"Do I want to be Charlie today?

Or what about Bill?

Maybe today is a Hermione-day!

Or should I take the Ginny?"

Sometimes I wish I knew

Who I really am.



My friends and my parents

Wants me to stop thinking about it

But I don't know how?

They don't know

How much it hurts to know

That your biggest interest

Is hated

By so many

Who you love.



I don't hope that I'll have to choose someday

'Cause if I will,

I know what I'll have to choose.

I'm not saying what I want,

But what I'll have to choose.



It has taken my life

And it will keep it

For the rest of my days.

And everyday when I look into the mirror

I will see Charlie

Sirius, Ginny or Hermione

I'm not saying what I want,

Just how it is.



What started out as like

And grew to love

Became an obsession

And now it's my life.



Sometimes I wonder if I'll stop liking it one day?

But what would I feel then?

What would my life be?

And who would I be?

I wouldn't laugh the same way

I wouldn't cry the same way

I wouldn't write the same way

I wouldn't do anything like I used to.

That's a horrible thought.



Without it

I wouldn't be

Me.



What would I be then?

I guess

I would be what

Stands on the next line.