A/N: I'mn a bit og a mess when it comes to these poems, but I really hope you still like it. If you have time, please comment on it, thanks a lot.

"I want you to get this done," said Petunia Dursley, thrusting a pan of uncooked eggs to eight-year-old Harry Potter. "I want my Dudleykins to have a nice breakfast. You are going to be dreadfully sorry if you don't get his scrambled eggs right," she warned.

Harry obeyed her and started to cook the eggs. It wasn't long until Vernon Dursley entered the kitchn. "Get the moprning paper, boy," he ordered. "What's your damn use if your forget everything that you are supposed to do?" he asked, finding a chair to sit on.

Harry went to get the morning paper. He handed it to his uncle, place the eggs on a plate, and slipped back to his cupboard. He felt uneasy as he opened his little light. It was his birthday and no one seemed to remember. He didn't care much though, for this seemed the case every year. He only felt lonely and unloved. His thougts suddenly shifted to his mother and father.

"They hate me," he muttered. "If they didn't, they wouldn't have left me here, they wouldn't have died in a car crash." He quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes. He didn't just cry. Little Harry Potter lingered along his thoughts. "They must'be hated me, all of them. The Durselys give me hell, expecially Dudley. I hate him. I hate them all. No one loves me."

"Yes, ma'am" I always say
And quietly obey her commands
"Yes, sir!" I reply
And try to meet his demands

I grew up an orphan
No matters, I don't mind
Mum and Dad must've hated me
To have left me behind

"You're not loved!" they retort
As if I still care
I don't need new toys or books
Don't even need my cousin to share

I've always lived alone
With people I despise
Mum and Dad must've hated me
To have left me with teary eyes

"You're a freak, you don't belong!"
They would always shout
I smile though I'm hurt inside
Trying not to pout

I tried to fit, but I just don't
I try to understand it all
Mum and Dad must've hated me
To have turn awat from my call

"You're not worth it, Potter's boy!"
They don't need to remind me that
With their constant rage and arguing
And their spits and spat

I get use to all of this
Since it's been years long
Mum and Dad must've hated me
For they didn't take me along

Every year my birthday pass
No one seems to care
No presents, no greetings at all
As if they forget I'm there

I grew up cold and friendless
No one cares to see
Mum and Dad must've hates me
All these years they let me be

"Harry Potter, I told you not to burn the eggs," shrieked Petunia. Harry quickly ran to her, his head lowered. Dudley was screaming with rage. Petunia glared at him. "Sit there and wait for your punishment," she said coldy.

Mum and Dad must've hated me

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