no one understands why I do the things I do.
I only long for acceptance and affection from you.
the pressure I am feeling, cuts deep into my soul,
the dark mark on my arm is starting to take it's toll.
my eyes stare blankly through you, with pure hatred you believe
but I can't seem to focus, all I manage to do is grieve.
you think i show no kindness or love,
but i'm secretly praying for a gift from above.
it's compassion you believe i lack, but i only lack the courage
to let my true self crack.
voldemorts clutch on my family, my cruel fate thrust upon me,
i have no say, everything always goes their way.
i'm simply mislead, down the path of cowards and eternal binding,
they kill for the thrill, but the evil in my heart is blinding.
my pureness fading away, my world is truly gray.
i am not who you believe me to be, but by now,
i've forgotten the real me.