A/N: I wrote this after being denied a Mobe after it was promised to me and I bent over backwards to earn it. I think it captures how Harry Potter is beginning to feel about being expected to vanquish Voldemort. Keep in Mind, I wrote this poem and if you so much as take a part of it without asking for permission to use it, you will be committing plagiarism.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Voldemort… I wish that at least I had Harry Potter to talk to so that we could both compare our cruddy lives and have comfort in the fact that at least we have each other…

Broken Promises: Written by ChildOfDarkness1988

Harry Potter's quill rapidly flew down the yellowed parchment. Today was the last day he could bear to stand the way Dumbledore treated him like his pawn.

Expected to fight,

Expected to live,

All my time here,

You want what I can't give,

You toss me around,

Like a rag doll,

Making me feel,

Like I'm nothing at all,

You break your promises,

Say things you don't mean,

I'm breaking down now,

All I want to do is scream,

I feel that I'm worthless,

That you don't care at all,

You tell me my purpose,

Is to make Voldemort fall,

I don't understand,

How you can say you care,

When you make my life,

So dark and so bare,

Like the depths of my cupboard,

I spent my childhood in,

You're just like my uncle,

You keep throwing me in…

Harry Potter let his quill fall to the wooden floor and gazed upon what he had just written. Satisfied, he cast a simple spell to dry the still wet ink and then rolled it up and tied it to Hedwig's outstretched leg. He watched as his beloved owl flew away towards Hogwarts where he knew she would soon arrive to give Albus Dumbledore the poem he had just written. Where he knew, Dumbledore would soon panic, knowing that something was terribly wrong. Hearing the pounding footsteps of his Uncle Vernon coming up the stairs, Harry waited for the inevitable.

A/N: You know the drill, Read and Review; Flames will only distract me for a little while.