sixteen year old Arabella Figg on being a squib at Hogwarts

Don't tell me that everyone has been here
Don't try to tell me that there is some hidden meaning to
this meaningless existence
To ask is to be scoffed at
Unstructured, freedom, seven lines, not eight
Neither English nor Italian
Purpose? What purpose?
Why try, when all I accomplish is mediocre?
But then, don't try...then what?
Suicide? Out of the question
The meaningless existence continues
Free flow, open form, no rhythm
"It's not like you"
What then is me? Again I ask, who am I?
No answer? Thought so.
Liar
I laugh in the face of those who say nothing is impossible
A lot of things are
I dream of flying, but does that mean that if I jump from the roof on a broom
I will make it?
Bull
Life is short, sixteen, unaccomplished floater, again mediocre
Born into a society I resent and reject
Selfish? Ungrateful? Shut up
I title myself the big dreamer
But that is all I have..dreams
No means to an end
Lots of friends, but that one friend is missing
Bitter? Yes I am bitter and I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of being lied to and I'm tired of lying
I'm sick of your methods of caring
And I'm sick of not knowing how to care
I'm tired of being second best
Fed up with being used and run over
Every rose has thorns
Well this blue rose has one too many
Had it up to here with wearing this facade
Over used an empty smile and mirthless laughter
What happened to, "Your eyes are windows to your soul"?
Are my eyes so dark that no one can see me hurt and unhappy?
Why had He not established perfect balance?
Why do some starve while others over indulge?
Why does the genius in one make him crazy
when the other struggles to read?
Why then am I here?
What purpose do I serve?
I am not suppose to be here at this stage in my life according to my dreams
Yet here I am
Who am I?
I will call myself...untitled