(A/N: O.k. this is a poem about who Harry really is, it is from POV from Snape and a depressed Harry every stanza the POV changes. It starts with Snape´s POV!!!
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What you are?
You are just a spoiled brat,
lying on your satin sheets bed,
sleeping and resting as long as you want,
always standing in the front.
I am just a spoiled brat,
lying on the blood covered bed,
waking from a nightmare in the middle of the night,
screaming for mercy, clutching the bed sheets tight.
You are just an ignorant child,
without a reason I see you go wild,
you always want to be the centre of all minds,
you don't see problems of other, because you are blind.
I am just an ignorant child,
no one can stand me, they are all going wild,
I try to push my problems out of my mind,
how can they not see my dilemma?
how can they be so blind?
You are just the boy who lived,
that's no title you deserve, it's just a gift,
I know that's exactly what you want to be,
but you will never be accepted from me.
I am just the boy who lived,
don't you see this title is not a welcome gift?
There, I am always famous I can not just be,
Here I am a freak, so there is no place to flee.
For me you are just like the dirt on the floor,
the dirt you walk by and try to ignore,
you think I am the evil in human form,
can't you see, not everybody is into happiness born?
But really I am just the dirt on the floor,
the dirt the pick up, when I hope they ignore,
changing my shape like they desire my form,
I have to serve them, it's my destination since I am born.
But if I am honest I don't know you at all,
is this you, or just an image for what we fall?
Are you just a spoiled brat?
Or a lonely boy lying in your bed?
But there is one, who knows me at all,
he sees right through me, there's no image for which he could fall,
he sees me for what I am, a spoiled brat,
he knows, when the beat me, it's what I deserve to get.
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What you are?
You are just a spoiled brat,
lying on your satin sheets bed,
sleeping and resting as long as you want,
always standing in the front.
I am just a spoiled brat,
lying on the blood covered bed,
waking from a nightmare in the middle of the night,
screaming for mercy, clutching the bed sheets tight.
You are just an ignorant child,
without a reason I see you go wild,
you always want to be the centre of all minds,
you don't see problems of other, because you are blind.
I am just an ignorant child,
no one can stand me, they are all going wild,
I try to push my problems out of my mind,
how can they not see my dilemma?
how can they be so blind?
You are just the boy who lived,
that's no title you deserve, it's just a gift,
I know that's exactly what you want to be,
but you will never be accepted from me.
I am just the boy who lived,
don't you see this title is not a welcome gift?
There, I am always famous I can not just be,
Here I am a freak, so there is no place to flee.
For me you are just like the dirt on the floor,
the dirt you walk by and try to ignore,
you think I am the evil in human form,
can't you see, not everybody is into happiness born?
But really I am just the dirt on the floor,
the dirt the pick up, when I hope they ignore,
changing my shape like they desire my form,
I have to serve them, it's my destination since I am born.
But if I am honest I don't know you at all,
is this you, or just an image for what we fall?
Are you just a spoiled brat?
Or a lonely boy lying in your bed?
But there is one, who knows me at all,
he sees right through me, there's no image for which he could fall,
he sees me for what I am, a spoiled brat,
he knows, when the beat me, it's what I deserve to get.
end