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?