He smirks, because he's just one of those braggers,

At the world he is always glaring daggers.

The world stares back with ever growing hate,

If only they took the time, to acknowledge his fate.

He would call her names, mudblood and beaver,

You see this boy, he was never a believer.

He must follow in daddy's footsteps, do what is wrong,

Sneak, Spy, Taunt, like a repetitive song.

He wishes he was different, perhaps someone else's son,

He wants to join the kids, not be the one they shun.

He does as he's told, no matter how bad.

Escaping to his good thoughts, in his writing pad.

Mission after mission, day after day,

All he really wants, is to find another way.

He knows it's wrong, but it's only just begun,

And before he goes to bed, he ponders what he's done.

Let me know what you think please. I know i'm not that good of a poet but I was rather proud of this :)