True Confessions
A Voldemort Poem by Chibikan
When they look at me
No one really sees
What is buried deep beneath
All the anger and hate
The mud bloods and their Order
They only see a murderous bastard
Out for his own gains
Who loves no one
My followers, those snivelers
They only see their monstrous master
Promising them power and glory
For their services and loyalty
If they would but take a moment
To look through my eyes
Oh what they would see
If only they would try
They might see a man
With a badly torn up soul
Making horcruxes was easy
With it already divided into pieces
It's hard to care about the welfare of others
When others have never care about you
When they have done their very best
To hurt you
My own father didn't want me
And my mother couldn't even
Be bothered to take care of herself
For my sake
I was alone half my life
Never had a friend in that blasted orphanage
Was bullied and beaten to a bloody pulp everyday
Until I discovered my power
No one messed with me after that
I was always careful to get them first
Is it really any wonder
I turned out this way
That professor, Dumbledore,
He didn't even see
Or maybe he did
And he just didn't care
He only heard of the cruel things I did
And gave me a warning
Didn't ask why I did it
Didn't seem to care at all.
He never even trusted me as a child
Never asked me if I was alright
Never questioned my upbringing
Never thought to check up on me
I was always alone
No one cared
And no one ever will
But that's alright
I care for no one
I never will
Will never give anyone
Such a chance to hurt me again.
AN: This is a poem that I came up with when I started thinking of my own past. It makes so much sense too.