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.