AN: Hi Everyone! Its me again, and I've written another short little piece for you all. This is my take on the inner workings of one Astoria Greengrass and her sister Daphne, part of the politically neutral Greengrass family. As slytherins, this would have been difficult to keep up, so this is how I imagine young Astoria took things. A little more depressing than my usual stuff, perhaps, but hopefully just as enjoyable. This is my first poem on the site, so let me know what you think!
Lala x
Teardrops in the rain.
Remember, remember, and stay hidden.
Don't let them know who you are.
Keep your head down,
Stay silent. Stay safe.
Hidden amongst the masses,
A bee in a swarm of wasps.
I was always told, ignored
Is good, keeps the attention afar.
For if they find us, we will be no more.
This way, we were never here in the first place.
Stay camouflaged, they said. Put your real self away.
I am nothing more than a wisp of smoke on a foggy night,
I might as well never have existed.
But I have done my job. For if even I cannot find myself,
What hope does a stranger have?
All my life I have been lost in a sea of faces,
No more important than the rest. Have you ever
Been told that there is a safety in numbers?
I live by that phrase, for without it, I would be vulnerable:
My inner self discovered, all protection gone.
Exposed, there is more chance of pain,
of being singled out, of depression and despair.
At least, that's what they say.
It sometimes feels that this depression is worse
than whatever life could throw at me, but, for now,
all I can really do is remember, remember and stay hidden –
like teardrops in the rain.