Disclaimer: I do not own nor affiliate with Masashi Kishimoto's, 'Naruto'.
First story ever, so ye. Enjoy. ^.^
Who Am I
Who am I really?
Like, am I the pretty girl that gets everything and anything
Or am I that girl who's just there?
Invisible.
Alone.
No one notices me. Ever.
Believe me, if I walked into a room, occupied by only one person, he or she
Wouldn't care to acknowledge me.
I'm just there.
I bet your pet goldfish gets more attention than me.
I'm Plain. Boring. Easily forgotten.
You are you.
I'm not much of a poet and shit, but you're beautiful. Really beautiful.
You stand out.
Your big pretty eyes reminds me of the moon.
Your long dark hair, which if under the right light, can look blue.
Your ivory sk- you got me all poetic and shit again.
You really don't notice all the assholes gawking at you huh?
Or does the attention make you uncomfortable?
I noticed you.
And I still do.
You're Beautiful. Cute. Smart – shit, I could go on and on.
I hope one day, you get to see this beautiful girl that I see, Hinata.
You are you.