I do not own Naruto.
Nobody knew the pain he was in,
Not until it was too late.
Not once did people realise the pain they'd caused,
With those hateful glances,
Those cold eyes showing no limits of their cruelty,
Those spiteful words doing more damage,
Than anything physical could ever achieve,
It all built into one impressive crescendo.
Nobody cared about those lonely nights,
Fighting a fight that wasn't as simple as just fighting,
A fight against one's self is the most difficult fight of all,
And one most commonly lost.
Nobody seemed to realize that it wasn't his fault,
That he was frowned upon and spat upon,
Never to live the happy life a child should,
Never to know the love of a family, of a friend.
His world was full of hateful sneers,
And merciless pain kept him from blissful oblivion.
His mind was a dark sewer with a cage of his reflection,
That always threatened to consume him, and his sanity.
But he perseveres, and he lives, and he dreams,
That one day people will acknowledge him for what he is,
A human being, with feelings, with a heart, and with a soul.
The legacy of the Yondaime Hokage, the Yellow Flash,
Uzumaki Naruto.
This is just something I wrote a little while ago, then looked at the date today and though, today is Naruto's birthday, the day everything went wrong. And so came to the conlusion, I want to post this little story/poem/thing onto FanFiction. Happy Birthday Naruto, you are a source of courage and an inspiration to the weak and strong, alike.
Tashie xo