This poem I feel relates to Ginny as she goes through her first few years of Hogwarts and says barely a word to Harry.
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The Mask
It goes on in the morning
And stays on through the day.
A surreal kind of plaster
That seems to never fade.
It has become a part of me,
It is what most has come to see-
This Mask, that isn't me.
It wears down a little bit,
So I can shine through in the dark.
I slowly let go, I give in,
To this pitiful kind of mark
That is what I have come to be.
Looking in the mirror, I see,
Parts of the once true me.
And now, after many years,
It has become a work of art.
For now it comes easily
To hide from you and my inner heart.
But I know truly deep down somewhere,
That for these changes I should care,
And this mask doesn't belong there.
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