This one is for everyone who has ever reveiwed any of my stories. Do I really need to put a disclaimer in?

Please enjoy.

I'm thinking this might be a multi chapter poem staory about Ginny.


I never knew how I felt

It was always how I was supposed to feel

Cue anger, feet are stomped and voice some nonsense objection

Cue happiness, smiles and cheers that really mean nothing

Cue sadness, crocodile tears and pouted lips

I never really had a good die

I mean day

Everyone was always pushing me

Pressuring me

"Stay away from my friends"

"Go do your homework"

"Come help me take out the trash"

I needed a respite

Then the diary came

I was far from innocent before the diary but this just gave me the extra push

This time I didn't mind the pressuring push

It was more of a nudge anyways

No one ever thought it was me

Malfoy

Hagrid

Some other unknown

Everything was going so well

I was finally starting to become myself

Abandoning all that false compassion and empathy that I had been force fed since birth

But of course all good things must come to an end.

Stupid bastard couldn't leave well enough alone

Had to "save me"

I didn't need saving

Tom was never going to actually kill me

I should know

I was his lover

Oh I can just imagine your face now

"His lover? At eleven? How twisted. How sick"

But it wasn't like that

He never took advantage of me

Not really

Not anymore then I wanted him to

I just understood him

He was just like me

When he died it felt like nothing in the world would ever be right again

How clichéd

But he promised he would never leave me for good

I trusted in that

So I used my time to develop a clean reputation

Good grades

Staying out of trouble

Kind and caring

Gentle and helpful

All together innocent and bashful

It made me sick to my stomach

But I knew it would come in handy

If I was to ever help Tom again I would need people to doubt my capacity for evil doing

It still made me sick

So fast forward a few years

A few years of wearing masks

A few years of biting my tongue

And a few years of sharing a room with that filthy mudblood

Disgusting

What irked me the most was that I received no appreciation for my good deeds

The golden trio ignored me

The older kids walked all over me

My own family took me for granted

Spit on and shoved to agree

Ignored

It was infuriating

Then Tom came back

It was heaven

And the "good guys" were in hell


There you go. Please review and have a very pleasant day