Petunia Dursleys: I Was Never Good Enough
I was never pretty enough,
No matter what I did.
It was always,
'Lily this'
'Lily that.'
I hated her,
I still do.
What's so great
About waving a wand?
And getting everything your heart desired.
The man of my dreams,
The great school,
Good grades,
Great looks.
She took it all.
Everything I ever wanted.
What was I suppose to feel?
I'll admit it,
I was glad when she died.
Finally, no more living in her shadow,
No more pretending I didn't care.
They say I'm a horrible person.
Because I don't love her son.
How can I?
He's just like his mother.
Just as lucky,
Just as smart,
Just as good looking,
Just what I want to be.
Well,
It's not like anyone cares,
Why
I do the things I do.
Do they just think I'm mean?
Snobby?
Cold hearted?
Do they ever stop to wonder,
Is there a reason why she is
The way she is?
I don't think so.
Because
No one has ever asked why.