who am i what am i sometimes I don't really know
sometimes it feels like there's two me's
and these are the ones I show
on one hand i am a smart funny goofy fellow
but the other side is not
he is a mean, green anti-nice machine
I use poetry to keep him away
it works almost every other day
but when hes out the playground population goes 150-1
so I run
i hide
i pull out my pen
find some paper
and the world is my notepad