Neville Longbottom: So I'm Not Smart
I know I'm not the best
At magic
And making friends
And everything.
I know
They think I'm an
Idiot,
A fool.
Not worthy of their time,
Not worthy to study magic.
Not worthy to do almost anything.
I wish people would just accept
The fact
That I'm different.
I'll never be as good as them.
It's not really my fault,
I'm not like them,
See I'm what some would call,
'Special.'
Grandma says,
They hit me with some spell,
That day my parents,
Went insane.
She says I was in the hospital,
For a month,
And never recovered
The full use of my brain.
It doesn't really matter.
I've learned to live
With my problems
All on my own.
The one thing I can never live with though,
Is how people treat me
As if it is a crime,
To be bad at something.
Do these people ever stop to ask
Why is he that way?
Why do I care if he is different?
Why can't I just live with the fact that someone
Is bad at something?
If I can not care
About messing up
At everything I do,
Why do you care?
But people never do ask,
Themselves
Why?