Ok, so I've been in a rather dark mood lately. So sue me.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters here...oh well.
Ok, so this is a somewhat short poem about Harry's reflection of his life.
Ever wonder what he thought when people pointed at his scar? Now you will
know...
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People tell me
That I'm lucky
Because I am famous
They are oblivious
To what my life is really like
They have no idea.

Sometimes people ask me what it was like
When I faced him at the Tri-Wizard tournament
Some people ask me what really happened at the Department of Mysteries
I tell them
But they will never truly know.

I wonder
What would it be like
To be someone else
A normal person
Who hasn't seen death
They have no idea.

People always point at me
They always whisper about me behind their backs
I really wish they wouldn't
I hate it
But they will never truly know

I know now
That one day
I will muder
Or be murdered
I don't want that.
They have no idea

There's a feeling I get when I see him
A feeling of pure hatred that wont go away
Maybe because he mudered my parents
And Cedric
But they will never truly know

People say
That I
Am a dark wizard
Perhaps

They are right
They have no idea

I try not to get too angry
When people call me crazy
I try to shrug it off when they yell it
But I can't
They will never truly know.

My life
Is like a rose
With too many thorns
And not enough petals
People don't realize this
They have no idea

Some people admire me greatly
But a very very very few are that way
I wish they would leave me alone
I hate it
They will never truly know

No one thinks about how I feel
They only think about my scar
That's why I value friendship so much
I am lonely
So very lonely
They have no idea

People say I am the only one
The only one
That can kill him
Without
Being killed

They have no idea.