This is a poem about how Harry feels with his life, and how he wishes that
it were different. Please read and review! ~Sarah
I Hate My Life
I want to live a normal life so free.
I hate this attention thrust upon me.
Just look at how Ron is filled with envy.
I don't like this, why can't they ever see?
I have despised my life since I was born,
Faced with the attention, trouble, and scorn.
I miss my dead parents, for them I mourn,
Without them, I'm empty, my heart is torn.
I like to see them in sleep when I dream,
A light in my life, a shining sunbeam.
It may just be eating with them ice cream,
Even though it's not, how real it does seem!
Soon these images dissolve in a haze,
Dying, gone, like a setting sun's last rays.
Again, I'm surrounded by constant praise.
When will these people ever change their ways?
I remember the first time I walked through
Diagon Alley, how wide the eyes grew!
And for just what reason, I had no clue.
Don't you know, I'd so much rather be you?
Even though it's true, quite well can I fly,
I hate how heads turn as I just walk by.
To avoid all this, sometimes I must lie.
Why can't my life be normal, why oh why?
I Hate My Life
I want to live a normal life so free.
I hate this attention thrust upon me.
Just look at how Ron is filled with envy.
I don't like this, why can't they ever see?
I have despised my life since I was born,
Faced with the attention, trouble, and scorn.
I miss my dead parents, for them I mourn,
Without them, I'm empty, my heart is torn.
I like to see them in sleep when I dream,
A light in my life, a shining sunbeam.
It may just be eating with them ice cream,
Even though it's not, how real it does seem!
Soon these images dissolve in a haze,
Dying, gone, like a setting sun's last rays.
Again, I'm surrounded by constant praise.
When will these people ever change their ways?
I remember the first time I walked through
Diagon Alley, how wide the eyes grew!
And for just what reason, I had no clue.
Don't you know, I'd so much rather be you?
Even though it's true, quite well can I fly,
I hate how heads turn as I just walk by.
To avoid all this, sometimes I must lie.
Why can't my life be normal, why oh why?