Because of you
I try my hardest
Just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let
Anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life
Because it's empty
Look. There is Uchiha Sasuke.
He walks down the street with his head down, the smallest physical evidence of carrying the heaviest weight in the world on his shoulders alone, because he knows nobody else should have to go through the hell he has. Strong, yes. Brave, sometimes. Mature? Not at all. But none of his group of admirers would ever admit that the fact he ignores them and refuses to just tell them he doesn't care is a sign of immaturity. None of them would admit that they think that calling Naruto 'dead-last' is a sign of immaturity because he knows that Naruto has the potential to surpass him eventually. Nobody would admit that because Naruto's eventual progress didn't matter at all. What mattered was Sasuke and his perfect voice and the way he was so silent and his looks and his hair and how he was so mature, even though they all knew it was a lie. Especially Sakura and Ino and god knows why they fight over scum like that who isn't moving forward at all, was a genius but is mad as hell now that he's being surpassed by such a 'dead-last' and he can see it happening. Nobody acknowledges when Rock Lee beat him in a fair fight because Rock Lee doesn't matter. Sasuke matters. No one acknowledges when he was laying unconscious in the Forest of Death and Sakura had to fight to save him until he woke up and Sakura wished he had stayed down because someone was sure to have come and she wouldn't have to see what he did to that one boy which made him wear a cast for weeks and she wouldn't have to have nightmares about curse marks slowly progressing across his face, taking him over and erasing what he was. No, they couldn't focus on that because he was Uchiha Sasuke and there were too many great things about him to focus on this one minor flaw.
Because everyone must feel so sorry for the boy who was put through hell again and again whenever he walked home and saw the blood staining the streets, the houses, and his home and he remembers the night when his whole life began spiraling downward and he tries to be strong when he looks at the deep red but sometimes, dammit, he can't take it and he cries because he knows he'll never have a chance against his brother who was such a prodigy and the pride of Uchiha's and everyone's hope for the future. They had never none he would take their future away, even that of the one boy who survived because if he had died with them it would be so much better because he wouldn't have to be chasing around his brother and wondering if he really would have to kill his best friend and he wouldn't have spent weeks in a hospitals with a broken wrist and a borken mind because of the Mangekyo which he would need to have someday, he knew, and it was almost a relief when he looked Naruto in the face after his Chidori met the Rasengan and realized he could never do that and that he wasn't going to be his brother and everyone in the village would still hate him, dammit, but he would not kill Naruto under any costs. Not his best friend, not what made Sakura amused for a couple seconds until she punched him for whatever reason she had and the one who had beat Neji, also a genius, for some bizarre reason nobody understood yet and who Rock Lee believed in and who Kakashi actually cared about despite how he acted indifferent and who Tsunade had be willing to die for. He couldn't kill his fucking best friend, so he left and vowed never to gain power that way and knew everyone in the village would hate him and knew Kakashi was right and revenge wouldn't help but it was all he had now, a image in his mind of his brother and the idea of how sweet it would be when he was laying dead at his feet. He ignored the whispers inside him begging him to stay and clutch at the remains of happiness because Sakura and Naruto and Kakashi and rock Lee and everyone could eventually make him almost whole—never truly, he knew but almost—and he wouldn't feel even more pain when he had killed Itachi because then what would there be to live for? Nothing, and he would become Orochimaru's body and that would be the end of Uchiha Sasuke but he didn't care because it would be so sweet(it wouldn't, screams the voice) when Itachi was gone(no, screams the voice) and he would be happy and he could go back to Konoha and Sakura would care about him again, it would be another incident like when he broke that boys arms, never to be spoken of again.(it's not true, screams the voice) Tsunade would hate him at first but soon enough she would come to trust in him and accept him and understand his reasons(never, screams the voice) and everyone would always remember him as the saviour of the Uchiha clan, who risked his life to avenge his family(they'll remember you as a spoiled traitor who was willing to give everything up for power, screams the voice) But the voice doesn't matter. What does is the feeling he'll get when he sees his brother dying and he was the one who killed him and it will be satisfying and then his life will be complete and Orochimaru will have him if he wants him and it won't matter, because Sasuke will die complete and happy and knowing he had served his purpose, which was actually selfish in itself because his family was dead and it's not like they would be happy or relieved or anything. His father would be angry and his mother would be disappointed, maybe even ashamed, but it wouldn't matter because that's what he wanted. And everyone agrees. All that matters is Uchiha Sasuke.