Hinata's past. The song "Concrete Angel" seemed to fit.

Neither Naruto (And all Naruto stuff) nor Concrete Angel are mine.

She walks to school with a lunch she packed

She has to make her own lunch. No one will make it for her.

Nobody knows what she's holding back;

Nobody hears her cry to her stuffed cat.

Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,

No one cares enough to get her new cloths.

She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;

She tries to hide the bruises from the beatings she recieves. The bruises of constant practise to please her father.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,

Iruka cares but doesn't want to accuse the most powerful clan in all of Konoha.

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;

She puts on a brave face and hides from the world.

Bearing the burdon of a secret storm,

No one can tell what really happens. She hides the truth.

Sometimes she wishes she was never born;

She wishes what her father wishes: That she was never born.

Through the wind and the rain,

She takes everything in stride. Never breaking down infront of anyone.

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;

She may not be good enough for her family but she stands on her own and tries to please them.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

In her dreams she is loved by all. Everyone praises her hard work and all the good she does.

Concrete Angel

She is a concrete angel. Sweet and inoccent, even through all the abuse.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,

Crying that no one hears. Crying muffled by her only friend: A stuffed cat.

The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights;

Too scared ofthe Hyuuga clan, they say nothing.

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,

Such a fragile and delicate soul. Born into a cruel and unforgiving family.

When morning comes it will be too late.

Too late to save an inoccent child.

Through the wind and the rain,

And everything thrown at her.

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;

A world that's turned against her. Where she can do nothing right in the eyes of her family.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

She becomes an angel, flying to her haven. A haven where she's loved and protected.

Concrete Angel

She's become a concrete angel.

A statue stands in a shaded place,

A reminder of her wonderful, peaceful place.

An angel girl with an upturned face;

A reminder of what she was.

Her name is written on a polished rock,

A reminder of who she was.

A broken heart that the world forgot.

A soul that no one cared for. A soul lost to the harsh world.

Through the wind and the rain,

No matter what comes at her she tries her best.

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;

A world that never forgave her for being born.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

A sacred place of peace and love. Where everyone is loved.

Concrete Angel

A concrete angel in a world that didn't want her. That's who Hinata was.