This chapter is slightly different from my other poems as it is not essentially a poem about love. This is from Draco's point of view. This poem was originally on my fictionpress account but I changed it slightly to fit the character of Draco. Please Read and Review.
Suffering Alone
"Did your Daddy get it for you?" Hermione asked mockingly.
Draco didn't say anything, he just walked away to his room. He felt like ripping everything into shreds. He couldn't stand the way everyone just assumed that just because he was a rich pureblood he had a perfect life. No one understood: not his friends, not anyone. Thinking about his life bought a poem into his mind.
"My tears don't stain the ground,
My sobs aren't heard by those around,
I'm suffering alone
And my sufferings are unknown.
I'm standing on the ground,
While the world spins around,
My hopes are forlorn
And my happiness has gone.
I'm fight against the odds,
Hoping to be heard by Gods,
I'm not spoilt, nasty or carefree
As the world thinks of me.
I'm rarely heard by ears
And if anyone ever hears,
They think I'm only putting an act on
And I'm really having lots of fun.
My tears don't stain the ground,
My sobs aren't heard by those around,
I'm suffering alone
And my sufferings are unknown."
Draco fell to his bed. After a moment lying there he decided that atleast she wasn't as bad as her friends.