Author: Dracona
Title: Playing Christ
Type: Harry breaks down and reveals his feelings for his situation.
Rating: G
Pairing: uhhh, intended to be a poem to Draco, but it could be to anyone,
or everyone, for that matter.
Summary: none really
Feedback: yes, please
Author's Note: Harry does not belong to me. *sobs* However, this poem does.
Please don't take it without asking.

(Inspired by Abaddon's The Way He Makes Me Feel)

They look to me for the answers
Look to me as a teacher
Look to me as a saint
But I'm not
It's just the role they gave to me
And here I am playing Christ
Well, I'm sick to death of it
Just want to loose this bloody battle
Prove to them their wrong
Prove to them the Christ Child
Just isn't me
But still I'm playing,
Playing being Christ
Playing at their savior
Playing with my life
I want
Want to quit playing
They see me as their savior
See me as their life
See me bringing glory
But I won't
It's just the goal they gave to me
And here I am playing Christ
Well, I'm sick to death of it
Just want to loose this bloody battle
Prove to them their wrong
Prove to them the Christ Child
Just isn't me
But still I'm playing,
Playing being Christ
Playing at their savior
Playing with my life
I want
I want to be human
Want to quit playing
Playing Christ