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
