You try to fool yourself,
Avoiding reality like you so enjoy,
Making yourself believe that you,
Ronald Weasly,
King of the blood traitors,
Poorer than dirt,
Are worthy of being with greatness.
Can't you tell that you're not good enough?
Unsuperior.
You try to hold your place
With the true heroes,
Standing there like you belong,
But only fooling yourself.
Amongst true glory
Is where you don't belong,
Whilst Harry and Hermione
May bask there for eternity.
Can't you tell that you don't belong?
Unsuperior.
And when the time comes
When you come to realize
Who exactly you truly are,
You may be disappointed
To find that you are
Unsuperior.
Unsuperior by FawkesToTheRescue
Chapter Notes: Thank you to the wonderful, amazing Megan (msk8) for her comments.
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