My life seems to be an everlasting circle.
It's always the same thing;
Have a shitty summer,
Go to school not knowing if your gonna be killed,
Get someone ELSE killed in the learning process,
Then get your answers AFTER someone dies.
Not a very pleasant cycle is it.
My life is like a figure 8.
Always looping around
With an end to not be found
It seems fate likes to make me wait
It needs me to be someone's bait
So that they get answers
While I'm left in the dark
Waiting and cooperating
Till I hit my breaking point
At scream obscenities at them all
About how they make me wait for a call
Spend time with my horrid family
And leave me in the dark uninformed
All their lies are wearing on my nerves and trust
They're gonna make like steel and rust
Then who will be their little pawn
Certainly not me
H. Potter