Primp. Dab. Powder.

I'm here again. I know I shouldn't be but I just can't seem to stay away.

Primp. Dab. Powder.

Mother doesn't notice. She thinks I'm such a good daughter, that I would never go where I wasn't allowed. She doesn't know me. Sometimes I wish that just like her I could see the world from behind rose-tinted glasses.

Primp. Dab. Powder.

My family loves pretty things. How else do you explain a family of ninja running a flower shop? I think its because of our family bloodline, allowing us to read minds. To see the faults in everyone. If you saw the darkness in everyone and everything, wouldn't you try and surround yourself with beautiful things?

Primp. Dab. Powder.

Thats why I'm here. In mothers' bathroom, trying to make myself beautiful. I do this everyday. It never works.

Primp. Dab. Powder.

Everyone I know is beautiful in their own way. In a real way. My friends, my teammates, my teachers; even that Naruto kid. I've always tried to pretend my beauty is like their beauty. But mine is false.

Primp. Dab. Powder.

I'm fake. Pretend. Silicone. Plastic. Unreal. An Illusion. A cleverly disguised fraud. But I'm slipping. Getting angry, going quiet. It's just so hard to keep it up. I try. I try so hard but everytime I fail. Something always ends up proving I'm useless. Sakura getting on Sasuke-kuns team. This damn war. Everyone I know is getting stronger, more beautiful. Better. And I'm still here reaching out but never quite getting there.

Primp. Dab. Powder.

I get up. Put everything away. Nothing to show I was ever here. Mother won't notice. As I open the door, I look once more in the mirror. I see the cracks in the mask, I want so desperately to hide them from the world. I turn around and sit back down.

A few minutes never hurt anyone.

Primp. Dab. Powder.