I am the mentor,
A role Model,
Those children; they look up to me,
But…I know they wouldn't,
If they knew who I really was,
How many people I have hurt,
Why.
How can I preach justice, when I cannot justify my own sins?
Love, when nobody has ever loved me.
I really thought…at one point, that he loved me, Gellert I mean.
But like everything else, well it was all just a careful façade.
A ploy.
When I was little, I knew that they loved me.
The perfect family we made out to be,
But then again, how can you love someone who murdered one of your own?
By day I am calm and collected,
Wise and fair,
Alas, that is not me.
I am not confident, neither wise nor even just,
Because how can I be fair to others when I am all too quick to condemn myself?
Really. Underneath it all,
I am only human;
Albus Dumbledore.
