Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters used to base this poem off of. That is J.k.Rowling. I let ya guess the pairing.
She
On the wings of Angels she flies
Protected from the whims of demons
She doesn't know what she does
Ignoring the dangers she will never have to face
She doesn't see the pain of us all
She doesn't see the anger and hate
She is sheltered from all that is wrong
And is safe from it all.
Here I lay on the ground
Drowning in a sea of tears
What she avoids is pushed on me
What she does not know is emphasized on me
I feel all the pain of those around me
I see all the tears and hear all the screams
I am the person on whom it all falls around
Destruction lies in my path,
While only creation lies in hers.
Why are things so different?
For the Angel and the Black Sheep?
Are we that much different
They says so
They don't hear anything
They don't see anything They don't care for anything
They think not of anything
Why do they judge us then?
Why am I decidedly destructive?
Why is being aware worse then ignorance to them?