There are many things that I could type here, none of which you'd understand. It all lies in who you see when you look at me. Do you see the innocent little boy, the suicidal social outcast, the Hollywood bound chorus boy, the friend whos always there for you, the poet whose words cut you like a knife, the freak dancing on the tables not caring what others think, or the empathic superhero? Would you like to meet me? Could you handle all of them?