(A/N: Hi. I know you're all thinking, "Why isn't she updating SL?!" Well, I've been kinda depressed lately, and I haven't been able to concentrate on SL. If I force myself to type it, then Chapter 16 will turn out horrible and rushed, and I don't want to end it that way. Gomen ne. Forgive me? Please? But anyway, this is kinda how I picture Hinata to feel. I don't know why…I just do.)

Poem of a Lost Soul

I am a crutch

For those who need help.

When they break,

I am there

To aid in their healing.

When they are healed,

I am tossed aside,

No longer needed.

Kept around solely for fun.

Sometimes, they use me

For their fun

And I feel happy

And loved

But then, they throw me away.

Once again.

I meet people

Who like me,

Who talk to me,

Who pretend to care.

They never listen,

Not truly, not with their hearts

They listen

Then betray

Secrets kept are the only ones safe.

I am one who is unnecessary.

One who is wanted

Only when another is bored.

Sometimes,

I wonder

What would happen if I broke?

Who would be there to fix me?

To mend me?

Would anyone care?

Would anyone even notice?

Those around me admire

My strength and wisdom.

But they don't know me.

No one knows me

Not the real me anyway.

The pressure

It is overwhelming.

I MUST make good grades.

I MUST be strong.

Else those around me

Will lose their admiration

And I will be completely alone.

So alone.

How do I stay strong

In a world set on breaking me down?

How do I stay so calm?

Emotionless?

Optimistic?

I don't.

It's just a mask.

Just a mask.

When the mask breaks

Will I be alone?

When it breaks

Everyone will know who

And what I am.

I am not who you think me to be.

Far from it.

I do not stay happy.

That is my mask.

I keep my mask

Only by crying to myself

When I'm alone

Only by praying to God

That tomorrow will be better

Only by telling myself

That I am trusted

And knowing that I really am.

But that is all I am.

Trusted, but not cared for

After all is said and done.

My talent

Is keeping my feelings bottled up

Is taking other's sorrows

And easing them

As I drown.

Slowly falling, breaking,

Without anyone's notice.

Sometimes, I wonder

Will anyone ever be there to pick up

The broken pieces of my life

When I am shattered

By the feeling of being unneeded?

Then, I think,

Many people have it worse off than me.

That does little to comfort.

Here and now

I feel alone.

So alone.

Sometimes, I wonder

Why can't I change myself?

What about me is wrong?

But slowly

I realize

All hope is not lost

Friends come and go

But memories stay

Remember the good

Forget the bad

Learn to trust

Give your heart, your all.

Keep moving forward

Because there will always

Be someone there

Who looks up to you,

Who will always be able

To fix you when you shatter

To heal you when you break.

(A/N: How was that? It was my first attempt at a poem, and I'm happy with the turn out. Personally, I like it. I've been really depressed lately, and it's affecting my writing. I really don't think I'll be able to update SL for a little while…I'm really sorry, those of you who really wanted the next chapter. I just haven't the time, nor inspiration. Again, sorry, sadness hurts my writing ablility…)