Ahh, yet another wonderful addition to the growing Naruto fanfiction population. I hope you all like this as much as I do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Though, if Masashi Kishimoto would like to give it to me, I wouldn't disagree.

The poem is mine, though. So enjoy!

I see them all looking at me
All they see is my face
A grin, with bright eyes
They cover up disgrace

"I don't love you."

You stare back at me emotionlessly.

"No one does."

Dark clouds smudge the sky, shadowing my face.

"No one needs you."

The smell of rain and blood fills my nostrils.

"Why do you bother, pretending that you matter?"

"You are nothing!"


I'm tired of all the lying
I always end up so alone
Watching as you scream at me
I've become a stone

"Did you think that they were really your friends?"

I laugh harshly.

"They've been lying to you all along."

"A bitter, broken child, with no family, and no love. So sad."

I watch as your eyes glisten slightly, welcoming tears.

"I am giving you the best thing you could ever dream of."

Because I'm your everything
I'm the fear, the pain
I bring the sorrow
I'm crying in the rain

"Did you think I'd just sit back and watch as you kept on pretending forever?"

I spit at your face, and it lands above your emotionless mouth.

You do nothing, but watch me.

And I hate you for it, so I scream.

"A nothing! A pathetic nothing! A wretched, inferior fool!"

Watch the tears go down my face
The imaginary dreamer
Rage hidden behind a smile
The ever silent screamer

I pick up my kunai and press it against my wrists slowly, revelling in the sharp, quick pain it releases during the cutting.

It only stings for a moment.

"You can't stop me. You can't even try."

I almost sob at the emotion this brings from me, but I hold it back.

Shadowed mind
Here, take your chance
Let us figure out
Life's twisted dance

You just keep watching me, and I you.

I stay on guard for any emotion betraying you in your eyes.

There is none.

The blood flows onto my hands.

One step to the left
Careful, you're slipping
Another to the front
Bloody hands are dripping

"You look at me as if I'm doing something wrong. Yet, you can't stop me. So which of us is right?"

I place my bloody hands up against the glass that seperates us.

You in your world, I in mine.

"Tell me...Am I as imperfect as everyone says I am?"

Raise your hand towards me
Cast me a begging glance
Oops, be careful now
You've just asked death to dance

Slowly, the crimson blood drips down the polished surface, smearing your image.

I move my hands across the plane, covering every inch with as much vital drops I can produce quickly enough before the healing process begins.

I look, and I see myself covered in blood. Our eyes as one.

Terrified.

Suddenly, I slam my fist into the glass, breaking it into fragments.

And, I watch, tears in my eyes, as my mirror breaks, along with another piece of myself.

But my tears do not fall.

Ignoring the bloody kunai on the edge of the sink, I arrange my forehead protecter below my blonde hair, and paste a grin on my face before walking out the door. The cuts have already faded, as have my tears.

After all, ninjas aren't supposed to cry.

Now, dreamer, I see you crying
...Did you always dream of dying?