Disclaimer: If you're reading this, you better know that this is just fanfiction and that I'm just some random person off the net who's story you chose to read and has no hope of ever owning Harry Potter.

Perfect

They call me spoiled

They call me whiny brat

They tell me to be thankful

They say that I don't deserve all that I have

I should be happy I have a family that loves me

That I am able to go to a good school

That I have good friends who would die for me

That I have clothes on my back and good food to eat

But I'm not

I want more

Does that make me a spoiled brat?

I know I should be satisfied and so very grateful for the life I have, compared to the other lives other people live out there.

If I was someone else, I could be hungry (I've grown up used to food, I don't want to go hungry)

I could be hurt (am I a coward for not wanting to hurt?)

I could be sick (you don't know how important your health is until you lose it)

I could be dirty (I know the importance of baths)

I could be raped (yes, guys can be raped, and not pleasantly either)

I could be cold (I hate mornings when the stone is so ice cold under my feet, how would I survive on the streets in winter?)

I could be living in a box (I know my room isn't much better, but at least it's a room)

I have so many reasons to be satisfied with my life, but I'm not

There's a hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to beat

It's not there

Whenever Hermione used to smile at me, I would feel like the king of the world.

Now when she smiles, I want to rip that twist on her lips off and stomp it into the dirt.

She's mocking me

Like everyone else

I know they say that I shouldn't listen to everyone else.

I know they say that their opinions shouldn't matter

But they do.

I hear their whispers when I'm lying in my bed awake

I know what they say

Even if I don't actually hear it, I know it happens.

I just know it

I know they call me poor as dirt (because I am)

I know they call me Weasel (because I am no better than one)

I know they say I don't deserve to live (because I don't, I've done so much wrong)

I know they say I'm a spoiled brat

Because I am

Whenever I complain, whenever I tell my parents (no matter how much I love them) that I want a better life, Percy will always step in and tell me to be ashamed of myself.

Then he will bury me with his own logic

He calls me a hypocrite

He calls me a complainer

He calls me ungrateful

He calls me whiny

He calls me a bastard

I try and get angry at him for calling me these things

But he's correct

So the only thing I can do is shut my mouth and sit there, taking it

I get angry, but there's nothing I can do or say

Because he's correct

I am a hypocrite

I am a complainer

I am ungrateful

I am whiny

I am a bastard

I don't deserve to live

I have such an incredible family

And I hate it

I'm a spoiled brat.