Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and his world of friends… or enemies in this case, no matter how much I wish I did. I also do not own “Behind Blue Eyes”. Both owners of these things are amazing. Behind Blue Eyes No one knows what it's like To be the bad man No body understands what it is like for me. I have to sneer at people, I have to be mean, and I have to be on my father’s side. I have always had to act, to act cruel, and to make fun of everyone and hurt others feelings. I put up a barrier… I act like it’s what I want. To be the sad man Behind blue eyes It isn’t what I want though. I don’t want to say that muggle-borns are ‘mudbloods’, I don’t want to take joy in muggle-borns dying. I don’t wish to tease Weasley because he is poor or Harry because I can… and I don’t wish to be a deatheater out to kill Dumbledore. It hate it, it hurts to be this person… this person that everyone sees me being. And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies But I’m stuck, being the only me that anyone has ever known. Cruel and horrible as I am. I am hated by most, and no body knows what it’s like, or how I feel about it, because I pretend that this is me… and that I am happy. But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be But what I really want is to be the pride and joy of my father, and my mother. But I want it to be because I’m a great child who does great things for the wizarding world. What you see… is not what you get… what you see of me… is not what I want you to see of me. What I seem to be… is not what I am. I have hours, only lonely I have years and years of cruelty to change… but only hours with which to do it in. It is not enough. No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like I do, and I blame you! No one I know feels this way. They all love it… they feel great about it. But no one I know has these feelings of regret and hatred for what they are doing like I do. I blame my father… I blame him for it all. He’s a deatheater… and he dragged me along behind him, made me just like him. I blame you Father! No one bites back as hard On their anger But if I even think of showing a hint of this… I’m dead. You-know-who… will kill me. Father will hate me. Mother will be ashamed of me. My friends will laugh at me. My enemies will continue to despise me. And I will be left with nothing. None of my pain and woe Can show through I am Draco Malfoy. I am a deatheater. Loyal servant of The Dark Lord, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Enemy forever of Harry Potter. No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ AN: Sorry if this is in the wrong section but I have no idea where to put it. Review please!