A/N: I wrote this for the War poem project I'm doing in English and it sounded Draco-ish so I changed the words slightly. PLEASE REVIEW!
I don't want to be here.
I can't do this anymore.
There are people lying, injured
In a heap across the floor.
They said it would be easy,
My obligation and my right.
But when it came to killing,
I just knew it wasn't right.
Ever since I was little,
It was drilled into my head;
"These people are different to us,
So it's obvious they must be dead."
At the time, I agreed completely
And I thought it would be fun.
But my opinions changed completely
When they told me what must be done.
I knew that they would kill me
If I didn't get over my fears.
So really, I had a simple choice-
My life, or theirs?
I don't want to be here.
I can't do this anymore.
And I was about to lower my wand
When they pushed my to the floor.
I lay there, curled up,
As the man above me said;
"Traitor! You can't do it!"
And I wished that I was dead.
There were shouts all around me
Underneath an acid green sky,
I was just like all those Mudbloods
Who were different and must die.
I wish that I'd been quicker
To make my own decisions.
Or maybe, if I was braver,
I wouldn't have failed my mission.
I don't want to be here.
I can't do this anymore.
I think to myself as I await my sentence,
On the dust and cold, stone floor.