Why

Hey everyone this was originally posted under poetry and someone said in a review that it was Ginnyish and so I decided to post it here under HP the fics. Any hoo this is dedicated to my really good friend Mander (you know who you are) because she's moving *sob*.  This is a bit angst-ish (is that a word?) but hey I was kind of depressed when I wrote this. Now about the actual fic it's from Ginny's point of view I suppose on life. Enjoy and review!

Disclaimer- I don't mention any names other than Harry so you cant really sue me (HA).

    

Why

Why?

Why does he like her and not me?

Why do I care when they don't?

Why am I the weird one?

Why?

Why don't they respect my genius?

Why isn't the world the way I want it?

Why do they lie and tell us wishes will come true?

Why?

Why do rainbows disappear?

Why can't I date Harry Potter?

Why isn't there always a happy ending?

Why?

Why do puppies get older?

Why can't everyone be happy?

Why are people afraid of being unique?

Why?