AN: It would seem, that during school I get weird angst plot bunnies. And so, from them comes these little poems/drabbles. I think if Naruto were just a bit more emo, he'd have more fangirls, but I can always live off the thought that he's playing the fool instead of being one.
Warnings: Dark Naruto. A little OOCness if you squint. Character death.
Enjoy!
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True Identity
He never learned how to believe.
He never learned how to be happy, either. The feeling was foreign to him. Living with anger and hate as his enemies and pity as his ally, that's what happened.
He knew how to lie though. He knew how to create flawless masks filled with false cheeriness because he wouldn't dare call it happiness because he never learned the meaning of it. Foreign.
Better to act like a fool than be a fool.
No one knows the real him. He didn't know the real him. In the sea of lies he had lost count of, the shadow of his true being disappeared.
Everything does at one point.
So he wore masks to fill the void. But like a black hole, all was lost within the blink of an eye.
Every time he laughed, the sound would reverberate off the walls of his hollow heart. Oh, how he hated the shrill noise that was produced from his lying mouth, from his lying throat, from his lying heart. The sound grated on his ears like fingers on a chalkboard. Hearing it bounce off the glass ramparts of his heart made his stomach churn with –
jealousyhatepainlonlinessangersadnesspityStanding over the person he called his best friend, the only one who saw underneath and never gave pity, not once, blade decorated with horribly beautiful burgundy, he couldn't remember the last time he smiled genuinely.
He wished he could believe.
