Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy belongs to JK Rowling and Bloomsbury NOT me but the actual writing is mine.
A/N: This is my first poem so don't mock it in you review. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please R&R


Why is my life so boring?
How did this begin?
I can hear my horrible past roaring
Why is my life so boring?

I can hear the evil inside me
I can hear it roaring away
Why is my life so boring?
Oh, why, why do I have to pay?


Why am I stuck here in this family of hate?
Why is my dad always home late
Is he out to get me?
Or does HE have to pay


Why is my life so boring?
Is all this hatred just storing up in me?
So one day I can follow in my dad's footprints
And they'll all make ME pay

OH why, why is MY life so boring?!