Fickle
The twelve-year-old Sakura had been distraught when her proposal to Sasuke was turned down.
"You're too weak," he did not say it aloud, but he meant it by his disdained stare.
So when Sasuke left, Sakura got over him, and aimed for her new goal: Shikamaru.
"You're too troublesome," Shikamaru hinted, completed with a sigh.
She pestered Neji instead.
"You're not from a prestigious clan," she understood immediately.
Maybe with Kiba she would have better luck.
"You're not attentive enough," Kiba sniffed, as Sakura forgot to greet Kiba's lifelong friend, Akamaru.
She snuck behind Shino, with her offer memorized.
"You're too vibrant." He looked at her coolly behind his shades.
With a sigh, she headed to the village's barbeque diner, where she was sure to find Chouji.
"You're too skinny!" he exclaimed, shoving more half-burnt meat into his chubby face.
Then she met up with Lee, resorting to her all-time greatest fan.
"You're too good for me!" he cried, his large eyes watering with unending joy at finally being recognized.
With a heavy heart, she caught up to Naruto.
"Teme! How dare you pretend to be Sakura-chan!" Naruto leaned closely to Sakura's face. Needless to say, Sakura refused to consider him any longer.
Then she bumped into Sai, fake, emotionless Sai.
"You're too annoying," and he added in ugly hag! Sai left with his nose smashed.
On her way home, she noticed Kakashi. It is abnormal to try to date your former teacher, especially one that tends to read porn in public.
"You're too young," he gave an imitation of his eye-crinkling smile.
"I give up!" Sakura wailed, as she collapsed onto the chair in Tsunade's office.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, Sakura."
"What?"
"You're too fickle, that's what!" Tsunade laughed.