I do not own any HP characters and I don't pretend to. They all belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Besides, if I did, you think I would be writing here?!?! ;-) only kidding!!!

This is dedicated to my friend ~*The Potions Mistress*~ cuz she convinced me that Snape really isn't that bad a guy and he can and will be a good guy.

Emotions

(Snape's POV)

Love, compassion,

these are strong emotions.

Anger, hatred, fear,

emotions far stronger than that of love.

I once was a man that felt the joyfulness and happiness that most feel from love.

I once didn't have to succumb to the anger and the rudeness that I feel to be okay.

When younger, I was but a normal teen,

well, as normal as possible.

But wait, what is normal anyway?

Being one of the popular crowd? Not feeling ostracized by the rest of your peers?

Well then, never mind, I guess I was never normal.

I felt I was no different from everyone else,

I had crushes, feelings, hopes, dreams.

But no one ever reciprocated those feelings.

Nobody bothered to make me feel special, loved.

My emotions thereafter took a turn for the worse.

Always feeling down, depressed, suicidal.

The only thing that kept me going was my aggression.

The fact that one day,

one glorious day I would be better than all my insipid peers.

I was bright, I succeeded in my classes,

I thought I was on my way to reaching my ultimate goal.

Then I fell through to a world of darkness and morbidity,

A world I never dreamed possible.

Voldemort warped me and made me the cruel person that I once was.

All my chances at the perfect life,

the life that I had once dreamed of,

had been shattered.

If not for Dumbledore,

the extremely kind man who I am forever indebted to,

I might have been locked away in Azkaban forever.

But he believed in me,

Gave me the second chance I needed.

Now,only now I realize that I'm no better than my peers,

But I also do not see myself as being worse off than them.

As much as people may think I don't appreciate what I have,

They are sorely mistaken.

I am thankful for the opportunity that I have been given.

I may not feel that love and compassion that I once felt.

But I don't completely feel the fear and depression that I felt either.

Of course,

I still have anger and I still ridicule people at times,

But these are the results of the way I used to be treated,

But I still am a man with many emotions,

and maybe, one day,

people will see me for who I truly am.