A/N: I guess this is sort of a poem. It's supposed to be a look inside Ron's heart. What is it like for him to be Harry Potter's best friend? Well while this is a little far fetched it's my attempt at an answer to that question

Disclaimer: HP belongs to JK Rowling (Duh) and I have no desire to infringe upon her talents as an author.

The Unsung Hero

A Shadow has been cast,

Unintentionally I have been sentenced to feel it's cold,

It covers me completely,

By myself I must endure the lonesome dark,

All this is the price of friendship.

I was in my family's shadow for so long,

School was supposed to be different,

This was my time to shine.

I was never supposed to feel,

As though I was behind the rest.

I wanted to be known,

I wanted to be of use.

I was behind him when he fought,

Stood beside him the whole time.

I was there.

I heard the screams and fought off the bad guys just as he did.

I may not have a scar on the outside,

But mine is hurting me just as much.

It sits on my soul where no one can see it.

I rescued her,

I got there first,

But the credit went to him.

Why is life so cruel?

Who is looking out for us little guys?

Us sidekicks,

Best friends.

We are the over looked,

The nobody's of the world.

We are the unsung Heroes of this world.

Why did I need a best friend?

And why did his shadow have to over power me?