A/N: This was a poem I made for a creative writing class. I pretty much pulled it out of my ass. (That was an unintentional rhyme.) Looking back at it though, I noticed that with a few adjusments it fit the darker part of Naruto to a tee.
The poem format was lost for the sake of turning this into a drabble. Eh, perhaps it's too long to be a drabble now. A lot was added and modified for the sake of this as well. Prepare for some serious angst.
Enjoy.
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The Scar
People were all too easily fooled. Smiles and pranks had fooled them all.
All his life, he had been alone. He had no family, no friends, he had nothing but his dreams. But even his dreams were not his own. They were brought on by the people around him, the people that would never understand or give a second thought about him.
Yes, he would make these people notice him. No. He would make these people admire him. Respect him.
But no one would ever know how he could hardly sleep at night. No one would ever know that his perpetual grin was a fake. No one would ever knew what it felt like to be him-- to Hell with the cliche, it was true.
And no one would EVER see the scar.
He remembered the day, years back. But who was he kidding? All that pent up rage was bound to get loose sooner or later...
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The twitching of his arm disturbed his still room and was accompained by the creak of his smile... His grim, knowing smile, that sounded like the scream of a slowly opening door as it upturned on his lips. The wall loomed above him. It stood with that disgusting over-confidence that he was all too familiar with. The same sickly trait that he saw in the eyes of nearly person he met.
Just like the cruel academy kids he remembered; the kids that sent him home crying, the kids that he never stood up to.
Just like the adults that covered their children's eyes when he passed by, then spat vindictive words his way that he never understood.
Just like everyone he'd ever know, that would tread over his heart with heavy stomping feet, like it was nothing but dirt on the ground.
Just like the people that would forever haunt his nightmares.
Until now.
He saw all of them, every single face reflected in the white finish in the wall. Some pointed and mocked, others coiled up in fear and the rest were sneering with murderous intent. Then there was him, small with cornflower hair and azure eyes that mirrored complete and unbounded fear. Those same ocean eyes flashed red for a split second. Anger swallowed his fear with the unforgiving mouth of a serpent in one single gulp. And in that moment, that same wrath extended his arm, tightened his fist and slammed a dent into the wall. Dust clouded from the blow and he heaved it all in, in one hysterical laugh.
Because even while the blood crept through the cracks in his fingers and the pain throbbed in his victory wound...
This was one scar that Uzumaki Naruto would not have to bare alone.
