I don't know how good this is, but for the record, it's just a drabble/one-shot that popped into my head and was written in fifteen minutes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
On the Outside Looking In
Every day, I see you. You're always smiling, always laughing. I don't think I've ever seen you frown. I don't think I've ever seen you cry.
You can't be that happy all the time, can you?
You've got to be sad sometime, don't you?
Every day, I see you cooing over that boy. The Uchiha, the one whose family vanished in a puff of blood-colored smoke. You drool over him like that doesn't matter; like he's your pet, your plaything. Like he's yours at all.
I hear you calling his name. You always call him 'Sasuke-kun'. That puzzles me. He would never call your name like that.
Every day, I see you walk up to the boy. You ignore the other girls milling around him like a museum exhibit. It makes me wonder—why do they all like him? What do they see? What is so special about this one lone wolf, that they would forget the rest of the pack?
Don't think I don't know how many admirers you have. Half of the boys in this town are smitten with you. They would walk off a cliff if you asked them to, but you don't seem to care. You could be the most popular girl in the world, if only you'd look around you.
But maybe you can't. Maybe that's all you can see—maybe your Sasuke-kun is blocking your vision.
Every day I see you ask him. Ask him the question that all the other girls ask. The question changes its wording by the day, but it always says the same thing.
"Will you walk me home?"
"Do you want to go on a date?"
"Will you go out with me?"
I don't know what attracts you to him, what draws you so close when you know he'll only push you away in rejection. Don't you know that he'll never accept those childish invitations? Can't you tell that he'll never understand your emotions; doesn't comprehend what you call 'love'? What is it that makes you come back to him, when he tries his best to hurt you? Do you like to get hurt? Is it fun?
I often ponder why you haven't given up on him, after all this time. Countless cold answers and cold shoulders, and you haven't been fazed yet. And then I ask myself—are you determined? Or just crazy?
I see you every day, yet you're still so hard to figure out. You defy explanation; you're an enigma. Your name is Haruno Sakura, and you're a mystery.
But most importantly, you're me.
I based this off of Sakura's so-called 'schizophrenia', and it's probably pretty confusing...oh well.
