"Bye Sasuke-teme" Naruto waves to Sasuke with his grin plastered to his face. Sasuke makes an attempt to wave back.
"Heh, bye Dobe" Sasuke smirks un-catched by Naruto who was already out the door.
Sasuke looked around exasperated. He had cleaning duty today and had to swab the classroom spotless. Hoping it wouldn't take too long he starts closing the window only to have a glimpse of the blonde walking all alone toward the front gate. Oh how he wished to be down there walking next to his dobe.
An un-contented sigh fills the empty classroom until Naruto vanishes out of sight. Reluctantly picking up the mop, Sasuke returns to his task of clean-up. Accidentally bumping a desk he knows all too well, a wad of paper falls to the ground. Right before Sasuke chucks the paper into the waste basket, curiosity tugged at the back of his mind and took the best of him. Un-crinkling the piece of paper, Sasuke lays it as flat as he could only to find out it was a poem. A poem in which his blue-eyed angel had wrote.
A small smile started to tug at his lips at the thought of that dobe trying to write literature quickly fell as he first began reading the poem.
Dedicated to all the things they don't knowWhy should I bother, Why should I care
All you worthless loser can do is stare
You think it's funny to go and act almighty
You have no clue what its like to be me
Lying sacks of worthless shit
You don't understand me one bit
Always have I worn this mask
But why? is the question that you ask
Because it's useless to go around and be true
To every useless annoying joke like you
Looking at your surprised face makes me laugh
Trying to connect your thoughts down a wrong path
Confused as to why I'm like this
I can't tell you there is too much to list
Insulting you gives a bit of a break
You ugly disgusting cowardly fake
I'm tired of hiding from fools like you
This is so easy, hah, who knew
Shallow stare and cruel jokes are made
An outrageous pointless debt I have to pay
No one knows how many tears I've shed
Making me wish I was dead
Ignorant spiteful people try to take me down
I bet everyone hates me in this town
In the end, no matter what I do or what I say
I'm never going to be good enough for you in any way
Searching in your eyes for hope that never existed
The tables have turned and shifted
Standing alone surrounded by darkness
Being criticized by all of you heartless
One day I'm going to be greater than you all
Be placed high and standing up tall
If I could just hold on a little longer
Though all these thoughts left me to ponder
Will I survive this living hell called school
Being over and over again, used as a tool
Maybe my dark angel will come save me
But the real me he can't even see
For him I will linger and wait forever
As long as my heart can handle, however
Torn and shattered, collecting my pieces and bit
Always surrounding by corrupting shit
My smile turning into nothing but hollow cracks
Happiness in my soul is starting to lack
I may not be here till the end of time
These poems may not forever rhyme
I hope you liked my little washed out show
Dedicated to all of the things you don't know
A wrenching clamp took over the young Uchiha's heart as realization dawned on him. Always thinking that those sneers where only there because Sasuke paid attention to the dobe and no one else. But with a new revelation telling him that they always looked at Naruto that way. All that unfiltered hatred just pouring down on this sinless angel everyday for no reason at all. Anger welled up in the pit of Sasuke's stomach 'How dare they' was all that ran though his head over and over again. Eyes turning into flashing red wheel. Folding the paper and putting it in his pocket Sasuke ran out of the room with lightning speed.
'Things are going to change' Thought Sasuke 'They will or my name isn't Uchiha Sasuke'.
Author's Note: Sorry this story is so short and I hope you liked the poem. This is my first story/poem that I have posted so criticism is welcomed and tell me how you liked it and I'll see if I should continue this story or just give up all together and start something else. Thank you for reading.
