(Forgot one of these) Disclaimer: I do not own anything that relates to
Harry Potter or anything that refers to Lily.

Her Loss

She arrived at school today,
Wearing the latest and greatest.
As she passed by,
Everyone gave her sorrowful looks.
Inside, they were mourning for her.
For her loss.
Her loss of creativity and individuality,
And her loss for her.
She had moved to the dark side,
Where they rank you on you looks,
Not your heart.
They knew she had wanted this all along.
She knew it too.
But what she didn't know:
She had just blurred herself with all the rest,
She had lost herself in the whirlwind of wannabes,
She had given herself up to no one in particular.
And when she realized this,
She tried to turn back.
And reach her creativity and individuality,
But it never was the same.
Her loss.