The sadness of my life. Elementary school I was known as a hated outcast. I still feel that way too even though I'm in middle school.
This is a poem of the pain I still feel.

I fell to the ground protecting you,
Yet you didn't do the same
Secretly you hated me, resented me deeply
Why?
What did I do?
I thought we were friends
I was wrong?
Is this the truth or a lie?
A mere illusion you created?
Is that what I fell into?
I don’t know anymore
I want to ask you this:
Are we truly friends?
Or is this just an illusion I saw?

~Deidara
-What starts as art becomes an explosion-
-Art is a BANG un!-