World so cruel.
Whispered taunts.
Filled only with bitter lies.
Tainted glares.
A life, so tragically lived,
Still waiting, searching
Hated not of your own doing.
Desperately waiting for one who cares.
But laid bare with naught but a soul,
Reaching out for but one hand in the dark.
Often times, a face will lie.
It will twist, bend to form something either pleasant or not.
Or, it will form a mask.
One, unbreakable, unshakable.
Once unable to crack.
Eyes are but windows to the soul
They reveal more then we say,
Showing that which is usually hidden.
But eyes can be glassed over,
Covered to hide fragile truths.
The tongue speaks as it is told,
Spewing lie and secret alike.
It hides lies behind bittersweet words,
And shows that not all are honest.
If, then, by some miracle,
He could live this life again.
But, make it anew, wipe it clean
Show them he is not what he seems
If only they could see,
He is not the beast.
He is not what he contains.
He is Naruto Uzumaki.
But they can't, not at all.
They can't see pass the smiles and exuberant claims.
Can't see the pain behind the games
They don't realize that it kills him inside.
He hurts, so much that he can't breath.
The pain grows, with each little word.
Bruising his already battered mind.
A cry never to be heard.
The world is ending, but he can only smile.
His dream is gone, having lasted all the while.
He can go, drift off into peace.
Finally be released.
"Is that truly what you want?"
How could it not be?
He's been there too long.
"There is happiness, too."
Happiness? For him?
Surely, a ruse.
"Open your eyes, Naruto!"