A/N: My first shot at a Dreamland fic. Short, I know, but the topic was hard to expound on. Rogerson's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dreamland.

Something is wrong with me and I know that. But it's not my fault. It can't be my fault, I don't want it to be my fault, nothing is my fault. It's the world. The world. It's making me do this. It's making me inhuman.

It can't be me. I was never this person. Never. I never wanted to be this person. I just wanted to be Rogerson and now I don't know who I am.

It's the hair. It has to be the hair. It can't be me. I can't be this person. The hair makes me do this. The hair scares people away, not me. It's not my fault. It's the hair. The hair.

I didn't want to do drugs. My hair scared my parents into the yelling and the hitting. My hair did it. It scared them to abuse me. Each hit was because of the hair, but I wasn't going to tame it because it was a monster all it's own. I couldn't tame it. No one can tame a beast.

The abuse drove me to drugs. I needed an escape and the pot was all I had to be able to get away from the pain and the world around me that made me do this.

I wouldn't have done anything bad if they hadn't started hurting me. When they hurt me because they were afraid of my hair, it made me turn to the dark side of the moon, turning me into the monster that my hair wanted me to be.

I'm not crazy. It's not my fault. It's the hair, not me. I can't so anything. I'm trapped by a demon. I can't do anything about it. My hair started it. It's not my fault.

I can't do anything about my hair. It's genetic. It's not my fault.

Maybe it is me. Maybe I just need something to blame it all on. But no. No. It's not my fault. It can't be my fault. The hair started the drugs. The hair made me hit Caitlin. And I can see fear hiding in her eyes every time, but I can't feel guilty about it.

Something has to be wrong with me. But it can't be me. It has to be the hair. It can't be me. I don't want it to be my fault.

I don't want to hit Caitlin. The hair makes me do it.

I don't want to take any more drugs. The hair makes me do it.

It... It can't be my fault...

Can it?

A/N: Review please!

~Sky