A/N: Just another angsty poem from Harry's point of view.
The Boy Who Lived
The Boy Who Lived
A title, nothing more
My claim to fame
One I can't take credit for
It was mum, not me
Whose sacrifice that night
Saved my life
And ended the fight
I am nothing special
Just Harry, that's me
My powers are average
My potions grade a T
So I beat the dark lord
Maybe once or twice
It was only dumb luck
A roll of the dice
I saved the stone
Killed the snake
Saved my godfather
Swam in the lake
Each time I was scared
Terrified in fact
That this would be the end
I wouldn't come back
They all see me as more
Gryffindor's Golden Boy
The guys all stare in awe
And girls like Cho play coy
I will always be around
There to save the day
Nothing can kill me
Or so they say
But I know that's not true
Nothing will last
Life is always changing
We can't hold onto the past
It's all gone downhill
Since another loved one died
One more person I clung to
And the traitor who lied
It's all on my shoulders
This burden to bear
It's become mine alone
One I can't share
They think I'm their hero
In the end, I must win
I gave up my life for them
Even broke up with Gin
Normalcy is a myth to me
The thing I have longed for
Any chance of it is gone
If I plan to end this war
The Boy Who Lived
The prophesized one
With unimaginable power
Where I truly have none
I've said I am not
The hero they need
I'm just like everyone else
Why can't they see?
Someone has to end it
And they all look to me
I am not their savior
But I will always try to be
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