On a cold, cold night,

You can find a boy awake,

Never shown the light,

A human heart can make,

This boy you may see,

Was cursed to be hunted, followed,

Being hurt for what he didn't want to be,

This little boy was so innocent,

At first he didn't return,

The hatred they felt for him,

Like a peircing burn,

Yet he was to be hunted, haunted and haunting himself,

Killing to survive, killing to be convinced,

Of his significance, and to have confidence of his inner self,

But no one let him bee, they never could see,

That he was hurt beyond repair,

As he sat and cried and thought "Why Me?"

Gaara, is name speaking his own fate,

Lies spread fast just because of that name,

People watched as he passed with growing hate,

The innocent child, wishing to be free,

The only one who was flexible,

Was hated with a great fee,

Now you see before you,

What they all created,

And now we must cope with so much hate,

Reflected in the eyes of such an innocent child,

Multiplied tenfold by fears gone wild.


A/N: I admit I am a complete Gaara lover. He is just sooo innocent. I know there are actually SOME people who think he is still evil but I have always believed that true sin wears a mask of innocence and that true innocence wears a mask of sin. I wrote this originally because I was just kinda getting a little sad and then I wasn't paying attention and wrote it about Gaara. As A final note let me just say: I LUV GAARA!!!!!!!!!! (please excuse my weirdness)