Where I Belong
A blonde boy is sitting on a swing, like one would ride a horse. He is swaying back and forth. A single tear rolls silently down his face and hits the ground several more follow.
Will someone tell me where I belong
Where I should go?
Can someone tell me where I'm going wrong?
I need to know.
He sees children playing and meeting their parents. They are laughing and pointing, at him. Parents glare at him. "What did I do?" he wonders. He overhears things, "What if he hurts our kids?" or "He shouldn't be here."
Why would I hurt the ones love?
Why would I hurt you?
If I can't be what they want of me,
What am I to do?
A teacher with a ponytail and a scar running across his nose, walks by he gives a slight smile and continues on his way. The blonde boy gives a smile, but not his regular fake smile, a thanking one.
When will I be me
The boy that they can't see?
There must be somebody who understands
Out there, somewhere.
A boy his age with black hair walks past him. He is alone also. The other boy smirks at him. His smirk disappears as he turns his head and walks away. The blonde boy looks in the other direction, and faces an apartment.
When will I find home
A place where I belong?
Surely there must be more like me
Out there, somewhere
The boy from before walks back to the playground. He walks toward the blonde boy.
There must be somebody just like me
Out there
The blonde boy looks up and sees the other boy. He is holding out a warm and friendly hand. The blonde boy smiles and says to the other boy, "I'm Naruto."
The other boys face looks peaceful as he says, "I know. I'm Sasuke."
They walk off on a lonely path interlocking two fingers from each hand.