author's note: kay, since this is probably the last time i'm gonna be able to post anything of any sort for quite awhile, hope you like it! T_T *kicks her crashed comp* and just so you know, this was written just to post, nothing else. yeah. christ i need some real inspiration.

wide-eyed
grinning
innocent
dead
hopefully searching the place in my head
looking for peace
silent
black
morose
misunderstood
daring the world to look real good
see what's me
good
evil
day
night
don't care, i wanna fight
bleeding what's left of life
did
didn't
loved
left
should kill you for your theft
stole my humanity
we
them
you
me
oh gods, why can't you see
this isn't really me

a/n: okay, so i sorta stole watch me's idea from the song 'spare change'. SO SUE ME! my muses decided to take a pleasure cruise, curtisy of the Writer's Block corp. and i'm left with a bunch of either stolen or left over ideas. i'm a little personally involved in this one too, so of course it's gonna be confusing. it's sort of about how both of those people are me - everyone either sees the childlike person who's dead inside or the depressed person who everyone shuns. hell. screwed up huh? and i probably shouldn't have explained all that and if your still reading this then you've probably got problems and i mean who really reads the a/n anyway and i know i do it but that doesn't really count so stop glaring and besides if i jumped off a bridge that doesn't mean you have to do it to does it and just go review okay and i've really got to cut down on the length of these things and i'm frelling babbling and someone needs to save Farscape and the whales and the ozone and and HUMANS ARE SUPERIOR and crackers *do* matter and all that junk and yeah. shutting up now.