What's wrong with me

Can't hold on

Slipping away

My sanity, my loyalty

Everything I believe

Never coming back

My faith, my happiness

The things I regret

Won't be seen again

My love, my life

The final battle

It's all gone

Disclaimer: Google it, Bet I'm not there

Gone

It's official. I, Harry James Potter, have finally lost it, right in the Headmaster's office. My godfather is dead, the only father figure I had, and Dumbledore only cares about the fucking prophesy. Kill or be killed, I never had a choice in the war. If the light is willing to let an innocent child kill someone, they were no better than the dark.

"Now, my boy, calm down" Dumbledore says to me, making me angrier " This is all for the greater go-"

"Don't say it's for the 'greater good', that's bullshit" I snap, cutting him off" How is killing the 'greater good' it's not! I don't really know Voldemort, why kill him. Sure, he murdered my parents and tried to off me, too. Those were acts of war and the prophesy ruled over his actions, so..." I was talking to myself, essence of insanity. The Headmaster sighs and tells me to leave

As I walk though the halls, I thought of my friends. Why do I trust them, why do they make me happy, They are so annoying sometimes! Maybe if they didn't come with me, I would have been in and out. 'Stupid Gryffindor' I think, unknowingly insulting myself. If I was alone maybe I would still have Sirius. It wasn't my fault he came and got blasted by Bellatrix. When I got to Gryffindor tower I say the password "Servatis a maleficum" and the portrait swung open. The Weasleys twins looked at me and motioned me over, but I dodged them and ran to my dorm. I sit on the edge of my bed and make a mental note to talk to my friends when they leave the Hospital Wing. I am not going to be the Golden Boy anymore.I only did what others wanted. Examples are Sorcerer's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Sirius, Triwizard Tournament, and now the Department of Mysteries.

I never did what I wanted, well that's going to change. I need to break the Golden Trio and lose my innocent look. I look like a child, what was I thinking! Oh, wait, I wasn't.

"Well" I say to no one in particular " The golden boy is gone" and bitterly laugh as I lie on my bed.

A/N: Well what do you think, should I continue? Oh and the poem above is mine, I wrote it and I want your opinion. I have writer's block with my other stories, so I wrote this after I looked at this. No flames, flames go in the toilet. Now go Review!