Hello people! XD

I don't know where this poem came from, really... :P I was thinking on writing one on a completely different subject but, like every time, when I want to describe something specific, I just can't get the words out... it happened the same thing when I wrote "Mother's watchful eyes": I wanted a poem told by a mom's point of view but couldn't; then, a day or two later, I picked the pen up (I write the draft on paper) without nothing on my mind and my Mp3 player going, and wrote exactly what I wanted... :D

This time it was a bit different 'cause I didn't get what I had been thinking, but the result is quite good!

The poem is on the sad/angsty side (more sad than angsty...) and perhaps a bit pessimistic... :P

The POV is both Naruto's and Gaara's: some parts are more in Naruto's POV, others more in Gaara's; some could be both talking.

The setting covers all the way up untill before the shippuden, maybe a bit more on Gaara's side but when he becomes Kazekage he's not really as feared as before so...

Oh, I hope the whole concept of looking and seeing will be clear... what I meant is that often times, people look at others but see only what they want to see, not bothering to take in the real form of what they have in front of their eyes, because if they did, they'd see something different and their whole misconceptions would shock them... probably I just confused you more! LOL

Anyway, let's get on with it, ne?

Words: 603

Read&Review! :D

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What They Think, What I Know

Many people think the most terrible thing is the unknown-
a large number of those surrounding me,
fear just that: what they're not acquainted to;
that is the main reason of their un-trust towards me...

They're afraid of a myth,
of a creature far above their reach.

They don't know how to face something
they can't see the true form of-
because of this, they always stare at me...
the scrutiny does not go unnoticed; do they see that?

That people cannot look at me in the eye, though:
if they did, they'd see a boy- they want someone to hate.

I hear their heart-rate increase, whenever I'm around.
I hear the ragged breaths, forcing their way through their throats,
if I stare at them a minute too long.
I hear the blood rushing through muscles, ready to break into a run anytime...

When I'm near enough,
I distinguish every movement their body makes.

It's easy for me to detect the signs:
I see how, every time I enter a room, their eyes search franticly for a way out;
I smell fear and terror saturating the air, even when I don't move;
I feel their gaze pressing down on me, even at night.

They never leave me be:
the company they give me, is not the one I need...

I'll admit... sometimes I act in ways
that'd make them fear me, because otherwise...
I'd simply be some face to forget as soon as it gets out of sight-
however, they'll always be there... in the back of my mind, forever.

I can always recall their face, without a doubt:
creatures like the one inside me have very long memory- they remember everything...

I don't want to be forgotten, I'm still young.
I don't want to be accused of things I had no control over.
I don't want to be ignored, so I'll prove I'm worth to be respected.
I don't want to be hated.

There are so many things they don't know about me;
I'd like to show them how many things I can be...

I'm loud and talk so much-
their only responses are a glare and a warning;
they don't care about my reasons, to them I'm not worth the bother:
they have their life to live and I have no right to interfere.

When I walk down the streets, I'm dismissed like something un-important-
no one would ever try to understand...

I look over the city from the highest spot:
I see people walk by, in and out of the various stores;
I hear the bristling sound of voices and music mixing together under the streetlamps;
I feel the atmosphere enchasing the city- warm and living...

My secret place is far from them:
here there's just me, the night, the moon and the stars...

But most of all, wherever I am, there is only silence.
It is a presence following me, a shadow that no light can clear;
I feel constantly inside a desert's night:
in the cold and the dark, a place with a never-ending changing ground...

I have nothing to hold on to but the belief that,
whatever they say or do, I am human- despite what's inside me.

They all think the most terrifying thing is what they don't know, but they're wrong;
the things you know better, are the most terrible, because you know they won't ever change.

Hope you liked it! I certanly do! :P

I'm not entirely sure I agree with that last sentence, though, even if I wrote it... maybe to a certain extent...

Well, ja ne! :D