I'm right here.
But you don't see me.
Do you?
The little boy
With flaming Red hair.
Everyone
Knows my name but
No one
Cares.

My best friend
Is the Boy Who Lived.
Shining
In the spotlight.
I'm always just behind.
Without a scar.
Without fame.
Not Head Boy.
Not Quidditch Captain.
Not a thing.
Just the younger brother.
The best friend.

I'm fighting for,
I want
Recognition
For people to see me
And think only of me.
No one does.
Not even me.

Some people say
We are defined
By our Roles
In life
And to just accept it
But they don't
Understand
How hard it is
To blend
Into the Shadows
Fearing that you will
Never
Step into the light.