A/N: What was Gollum really thinking when he was alone all those 600 years, well, around 600 years. These are the words of the Good Gollum.... or Smeagol perhaps. I always thought of the good Gollum as Smeagol... and Gollum as the bad one....

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the poem.

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This Is Me

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My life is a battle;

An endless battle faught amongst myselves.



My life is a shell;

I cannot escape it.



My life is shaped by my precious;

I have not any control.



My life is obedience;

Built by commands.



My life is seclusion;

Shunned by all that loved me,

The Sun,

my friends,

my family,

my people.....



My life is shame;

Having killed my best friend.



My life is a demon;

I want to be good.

It hurts me so when I cannot.



I hate myself. But I love myself.



Yet this is my life.....

This is me......



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A/N: A pathetic attempt to express Gollum... no Smeagol.

And no, the 'myselves' was not a typo I was trying to emphysize his 2 personalities. Flames will be used to light a fire in my kitchen as my heater's busted. Cheers! Plz R/R!