A/N: Hello everyone! I have changed this just a titchy bit, because I'm
actually making it into a proper story! It started off as a poem-ficlet
thing, but now I'm turning it into a full-blown short story. Probably. I'm
not sure how many chapters it's going to but, please, remember to review.
Disclaimer: This is the only one in the story, so don't expect me to write anymore. I own NOTHING. Apart from the plot. All characters, names and things (apart from a few spells that I may invent myself) belong to the simply marvellous JK Rowlinng. :::HinthintDON'TSUEhinthint:::
~~~~~~~~ There Is No Such Thing As Perfection ~~~~~~~~
Prologue
I look at myself in the mirror
I know I shouldn't
I know that all I'll see is him
But I do
I peer into dull grey eyes
So cold and uncaring
Fair-blonde manky hair
So white it's almost like a halo
Awful cheekbones
Too thin, too high
But the eyes . . . those eyes
I hate him
I hate my father
And I am exactly like him
Cold, cruel, uncaring
Me and him are one and the same
Only I'm worse
I hate him
I hate myself
I hate myself so much it hurts
Because I grew up to be almost everything he is
That's just what he wanted
But is it enough?
No
Satisfactory, maybe
But never enough
It's all I can do not to murder him
Every time he tells me . . .
"Tuck your shirt in,
Stand up straight
Mind your manners, boy
Don't speak to me in that insolent tone
You need to lose weight, boy
You look worse and worse everyday
Draco, what's the matter with you?
Why can't you be perfect?
Why?
I was, when I was your age
Why can't you be perfect?"
Well, daddy
Although I'm not good on the outside
I can be good on the inside
I can
If you'd just let me
But you can't be good both inside and out
Some people can
But not me
Because, in your opinion of me
There is no such thing as perfection
I will never be perfect
And I never was
Remember . . .
There is no such thing as perfection
Disclaimer: This is the only one in the story, so don't expect me to write anymore. I own NOTHING. Apart from the plot. All characters, names and things (apart from a few spells that I may invent myself) belong to the simply marvellous JK Rowlinng. :::HinthintDON'TSUEhinthint:::
~~~~~~~~ There Is No Such Thing As Perfection ~~~~~~~~
Prologue
I look at myself in the mirror
I know I shouldn't
I know that all I'll see is him
But I do
I peer into dull grey eyes
So cold and uncaring
Fair-blonde manky hair
So white it's almost like a halo
Awful cheekbones
Too thin, too high
But the eyes . . . those eyes
I hate him
I hate my father
And I am exactly like him
Cold, cruel, uncaring
Me and him are one and the same
Only I'm worse
I hate him
I hate myself
I hate myself so much it hurts
Because I grew up to be almost everything he is
That's just what he wanted
But is it enough?
No
Satisfactory, maybe
But never enough
It's all I can do not to murder him
Every time he tells me . . .
"Tuck your shirt in,
Stand up straight
Mind your manners, boy
Don't speak to me in that insolent tone
You need to lose weight, boy
You look worse and worse everyday
Draco, what's the matter with you?
Why can't you be perfect?
Why?
I was, when I was your age
Why can't you be perfect?"
Well, daddy
Although I'm not good on the outside
I can be good on the inside
I can
If you'd just let me
But you can't be good both inside and out
Some people can
But not me
Because, in your opinion of me
There is no such thing as perfection
I will never be perfect
And I never was
Remember . . .
There is no such thing as perfection
