You've always known

that you were born to be

G.R.E.A.T

(you wonder why nobody else can see that)

And in a quest for

G.R.E.A.T.N.E.S.S

No one else matters

Do they?

(Penelope, Mum, Dad, Bill, Charlie, the Twins, Ron, Ginny

All

Gone)

If they can't see

They aren't

I.M.P.O.R.T.A.N.T

(Isn't that what you told yourself

When you cut off all contact

With your past life?)

You swore to yourself

That you couldn't care less

When you saw the I.C.E

In their eyes

(You were always good

At fooling yourself)

But now –

N.O.W

You realise

That they were right

ALL.

ALONG.

And suddenly

All you can

W.I.S.H

for

Is for you M.O.T.H.E.R

To

H.O.L.D

you

And tell you

that

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G

will be okay

(Childhood monsters

should never be real)

But the thing is

Percy

you pushed her away

a

L.O.N.G

T.I.M.E

A.G.O

(Doesn't greatness feel so good?)


For:

The Amazing Writer Competition

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 122. Suffered

Character Diversity Bootcamp, Prompt 2. Façade

All Canon Bootcamp, Prompt 21. Mumble

Florence and the Machine Challenge, Dog Days Are Over

Magical Creatures Competition, Gnome