Lives.Our Lives.
"Hey! Watch where you are walking!"
"Yeah..." I heard Naruto mutter under his breath. Another villager, this same day, had pushed himaside. Naruto now used to the pushing, the teasing, the insults, and looks, he just shrugged them off. He was fifteen. He couldn't just start shouting like an obnoxious twelve-year-old. Well, he was obnoxious... But Naruto had matured into a handsome young man. He was now taller, his bright blue eyes still as bright as the sky, and had a well built body. The only thing that didn't change was his spiky blonde hair, obnoxious self, and his (almost-too-impossible-to-accomplish) dream of becoming Hokage of Konohagakure.
His dream... Maybe that's what still motivates him to keep training, caring, and living. Most villagers were doing all these cruel things so he would leave. But he kept dreaming, kept training, and kept living his life with that big goofy grin of his. That fake smile. That fake self.
I have no idea as to why he keeps it, that shitty life. When he could just killed them all. Vanquished them to the depths of hell for treating him like that. I would have done that for him. So would have Sakura, Sasuke, and Kakashi-sensei. But for now we lived lives: Sakura after Sasuke, Sasuke after his aniki, Kakashi-sensei buried in his Icha Icha Paradise, and me after him, loving him from afar.
I know so may things about him, so many... His birthday, his favorite place, his favorite flavor of ramen, even his favorite possesions. It may sound as if I have stalked him day and night, searching for things, rummaging through his stuff to find the problem, an answer, and something to guide me in through his miserable life... It sounds almost insane. But I love him, and nothing will change that.
I know that he has come to a point to break down... A point to where he has screamed because of his painwhile training alone...
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Has come to a point in his life that he has wanted to run away to place where he will be understood...
Do you ever wanna runaway?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
I have come to those points... We both have come to that point-- that point in which you have been hated for so long, you can't stand it.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
But how would you understand? You don't know what it's like...
To be hurt, when your heart is wounded; To feel lost in the middle ofconfusion; To be broken down to pieces, and theres not a single ray of hope to save you from the depths of darkness...
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Yeah, that's his life, and my life. Lives so similar yet diffirent. Lives. Our Lives...
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Yes, I realize that it may have some grammar mistakes, but oh well. Remember to review!