Sorry if I don't "capture" it. Naruto is owned my Masashi Kishimoto, not me (in fact I don't want to own Naruto). –TV Geek
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Hate.
Why do the people
Look at me
With angry looks?
Like I'm a monster.
People stay
Ten feet away from me.
They glare at me with glares.
And whispers behind my back with whispers.
They don't tell me.
Do they have something to say?
Why won't they tell me?
Every night spent
Alone in this
God forsaken
Dirty one-room apartment
I hate it.
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The best.
That's what I'll be some day.
The best of the best.
That's when they'll see
That there's nothing
To hate me for.
Only to worship.
They will look at me with looks of awe.
They will praise me with praise.
I'll be the best.
How great, you ask?
How will I do this?
Every day spent
Training in the
Sweat covered
Grassy training ground.
I'll be the best.
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Precious
The special people
That we see everyday.
The ones that
Laugh with you.
The ones that sob
And cry with you.
The ones to protect with protective arms.
Forever there with promises to keep forever.
People to keep in our hearts.
Who are these people?
Are they worth it to keep?
Every day spent
Hanging out with
Totally dissimilar views
Of vague ideas.
They are precious.
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An absence
This leaves holes
In many peoples' chest.
Why did you leave?
People gives glares
When we mention your name.
Traitor.
Why did you leave without leaving a note?
The sound of your voice sounds through my head.
Everyday with an apology.
When will you come back?
Are you still there?
Every day spent
Thinking,
Hoping stubbornly
You'll come running back.
Please?
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