Behind Blue Eyes
By: Shizukakage
By: Shizukakage
Naruto didn’t know where he was. Everything was dark and Naruto was alone. He really didn’t like being alone. He called out for some one, but all he could hear were the echoes of his own voice.
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
The next thing that Naruto knew was that he was six years old again, walking into the ninja academy with a smile on his face. The smile slowly faded away into a frown as parents pulled their children closer and warned them to stay away from him. Why did they hate him so? Did he do something bad?
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
Naruto was now outside swinging on that lonely swing while the other children laughed and played while they waited for their parents to pick them up. The boys laughed while one boy boasted about one day being the strongest ninja in Konoha and the girls giggled as they talked about the cutest boys in class. None of them looked in Naruto’s direction or brought up his name.
And my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free
Naruto was now a few years older and was called out to perform a simple jutsu in front of the class. Naruto stood, walked in front of the class, and messed up the jutsu. The class laughed along side Naruto as Iruka scolded him for not knowing the jutsu when everyone else did. Naruto only continued to laugh, his heart shattering a tiny bit more because he knew the class wasn’t laughing with him. They were laughing at him. Laughing at the one kid who didn’t have anything.
No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back his arm on their anger
None of my pain and will can show through
Naruto now found himself carrying the Konoha scroll on his back protecting it from the ninja who tricked him into taking it. This was when Naruto discovered that the nine tailed fox, Kyuubi, resided in him. That’s why all the people of Konoha hated him so, even if it was Kyuubi’s fault that the village was destroyed. What did Naruto have to do with any of it? It’s not like he planned for Kyuubi to attack.
But my dreams are not as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free
Naruto heard his own voice declaring that one day he’d be the Hokage. He wanted to be the strongest ninja so people would respect him. Did he really want the responsibility of protecting the people who wanted nothing to do with him? The people who’ve left him alone for all his life to wonder outside looking in?
No one knows what it’s like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
Behind blue eyes
The familiar and empty pain of loneliness returned. Never once has someone bothered to get to know him for who he was. They all saw ‘the fox inside the boy’ instead of seeing Naruto himself. He had no control over the fact that he was chosen to hold the fox. Why was he hated for something he didn’t even want? He didn’t have friends, and he didn’t have a family either. Well, not one that he could remember anyway.
No one knows how to say
That they’re sorry
And don’t worry
I’m not tellin’ lies
Why was he the one chosen for all of this? What is it that made him the one that fate would be so cruel to? He didn’t do anything wrong! Sure, he painted the Hokage monument, but he cleaned it off. He only wanted people to pay attention to him, maybe get to know him if he could attract enough attention. It wouldn’t be so bad if people didn’t like him for ‘who’ he was and not for ‘what’ he was.
But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free
Naruto woke up to the light shinning on his face. He was surprised by the feeling of dried tears on his cheeks. That was odd. He didn’t have time to think about that though. He had to meet the rest of his team for their new mission. He knew that Kakashi would be late, but he wasn’t going to let Sasuke size him up by being the first one there. He quickly washed his face, put on clean clothes, and ran out of the door, all the feelings of his dream forgotten.
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes