Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever

[facade, how I hate thee]

If I wander the pathways, I will find dead ends, as opposed to him, who always finds tunnels.
Tunnels to places I will never go, because I have clipped wings.

Slytherins are damned, do you know that? We all have assumed personalities to hide behind, and because we lose so much of ourselves to making that image, we have nothing left. We are bone dry under the fleshy cover of arrogance and spite. Do you know that is our life blood there? What he spits on everyday, what he treads beneath with his shoe, that is it.

But we are damned, because we cannot pull through, because years of lifeblood has been drained away, because everyone has contributed a little bit more, pushed us a little bit lower, killed us a little bit harder, ridiculed a little too much. And soon we will look out and only see red. Sweet red red red, like our blood. Slytherin is green and yet we should have been red.

I loathe him because he does not see and because I want him to.