Who?
Who is this boy
who would like nothing better
than to cry right now?
Shaking and sobbing.
Yelling and screaming.
Scared and alone.
Frightened, so afraid.
What happened to his happy days?
Who is this boy
who on the outside
is smiling, laughing
so joyously, so merrily
while inside wishing to end it all?
Does anyone notice
that he's so unhappy, so unsatisfied?
He's begging for your attention;
craving your love.
Pleading for you to notice
He really needs a hug.
Trembling and breaking
a fire ignites inside.
His forced smile slips
and tears escape his eye.
Who are you this person
getting inside my head
and writing the words
my heart is screaming,
but I have never said?
Deep. That was the only word Harry could begin to associate to this poem. It was deep and it was sad and a bit frightening.