Itachi wrote this poem on the night of capturing the Ichibi:

I've been stained my hand with blood
But I never feel anything at all
Those pathetic emotion, sadness and guilt
Nothing... I choose to remain silent

I always put a mask on my face
A perfect one to hide my true self
Other people just judged me from outside
Using me as a tool for their own need

They never cared about my dream
I can't decided my own path
Like a bird in the cage
Trapped in this worthless community

That time, the crimson moon shine beautifully
I killed them all without any mercy
I didn't have to pretend anymore
I'm free to face my destiny

Back then, I left one person to live
I let him live for my sake
Fill your soul with hatred and curse me
Release your anger and come before me
I'm waiting for you, oroka na otouto

More to come !:|