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