Aspects of a Malfoy
The tears fall freely from my face
I know this is a big disgrace.
I can't hold all this in for very long.
I know that it's all wrong.
My father will be mad.
My mother will be sad.
I will be nothing to them.
I used to be their precious gem.
I used to be the little boy with no fears.
What about these tears?
I'm supposed to show no emotion.
Nothing but true devotion.
I have let them all down.
I look in the mirror and see the frown.
To my father I was nothing but an heir.
But to my mother I was kind and fair.
I will never be forgiven.
I don't belong in Slytherin.
I am no longer anything to the family name.
I don't deserve the riches and fame.
I don't deserve to be a pure-blood.
I might as well be in wimpy Hufflepuff.
My father called me a mudblood.
And I know he's right,
for what I've done,
I've shown emotion,
is nothing but something a mudblood would do.
I feel awful.
I hate myself for not living up to the
Aspects of a Malfoy.
Draconis Lucius Malfoy.
a/n Well it was kinda bad, but I wrote it when I was half-asleep, I just decided to write a short poem on what I believe to be Draco's true feelings, so there ya go. RR.