Naruto stared down at his village and wondered, not for the first time why he protected these people

They won't notice

They never do

I can destroy the world

And they'll brush it off

like a chip on there shoulder

Most of the people he protected didn't even know his name, they didn't Want to know his name. They just wanted what he carried, they all only cared about what he carried, never about him.

They won't notice

They never do

I can kick and scream

and they'll swat it away

like a fly in the air

And the fact that what he carried seemed to define him in the eyes of others, to his village he was demon, hell spawn, and freak, never Naruto or even Uzumaki, always Kyuubi.

They won't notice

They never do

I can die one day

And they'll continue on

unaware of my missing

Naruto stared down at his village from the hokage monument. why should he continue protecting those who didnt want him. he saw no logic in it. but quitting... quitting had logic. taking a few more steps forward, Naruto looked at the ground far below, he had always wondered what it was like to fly.

They never noticed

They never did

I did disapear one day

they never noticed

the loss of a soul

Okay so 1st things first! I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! BUT I DO OWN THE POEM! i wrote it during my darker high school days.(dont ask)