A/N: This is for the Philosopher's Stone competition, The Boy Who Lived :) Hope you all enjoy! :D

Why

Have you ever hated yourself for being born as you, but everyone loved you for being that one person? If you have, I can empathize.

Sometimes, I really wish that I wasn't the Chosen One. Desperately. I hate being me. Everyone looks up to me, sure… but… in reality, they don't like me for being me.

The like me for being the Chosen One. For being 'Scar-head', The Boy who Lived. Wherever I go, (at least in the Wizardry World) people will stare at me and whisper behind their hands.

But I have to hold my head up high and keep on walking. I have to ask you. WHY? Why was I born as the Chosen One? Why not someone else who enjoys all the attention? Because I can assure you that I DON'T enjoy it.

Sure, sometimes it feels kind of good to be respected like that. But I'm not ALWAYS respected for being Harry Potter. Sometimes people think that I take advantage of the popularity. But I don't!

Sometimes I really just wish that they could be me for a day, and understand what I go through. All this attention just sucks a lot!

And everyone thinks I can do anything. After all, I AM Harry freaking bloody Potter. But… I can't do everything. I can't do a lot of things. I'm not perfect. I'm just a regular boy (or should I say man now?) who was lucky enough to be born as Harry Potter. Wait… lucky?

It's actually really pressurizing to have everyone look up to you and expect great things from you.

"Oh, he's Harry Potter. He'll be able to do it."

"If anyone can do it, it's Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter's never wrong."

Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little tiny bit. But can you at least sympathize? It's rather hard being me.

I want people to look at me and see my true me.

"Hey, it's Harry Potter, the boy who gets major emotional swings."

"Hey, it's Harry Potter, the Defence against the Dark Arts king."

"Hey, it's Harry Potter, the first person in 100 years to be on the Quidditch team as a first year!"

"Hey, it's Harry Potter, the boy who get's really bad marks but still manages to pass."

Okay, so not all of the things are great about the true me. But like I said, I'm not perfect, and no one is. No one can have only great things about themselves. Truly.

But in the end, I'm still happy for being me. Because how can you really truly not be the true you, even if that IS you?

Because all of the things before… are what make me Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Without them, I wouldn't be the same person. And without being the boy who lived, I wouldn't be the same person once again.

And although I might resent being The Boy Who Lived a little… I'm still kind of proud of all I've done. And I'm happy that my parents did so much to save me. And… I'm happy that I'm alive breathing.

I should really stop resenting myself, and just live my life as a proud, strong person.

And so, I think I'm going to try that from now on.

I am Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Scar-Head, the Defence against the Dark Arts king, Head Auror, the Chosen One. And I'm proud of it.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that! :) That was for the Philosopher's Stone competition, The Boy Who Lived! Like I said before… anyways, please review, follow, and favourite! :)

Potter on,

-Soccerisawesome19