I have some song fics swimming around inside my head and I figured I might as well post them. They probably aren't that great and I know a lot of people are gonna read this and be like 'whatever', but I figured someone out there must like them, and as long as there's at least one person out there to enjoy them, that's enough for me! Onward!

Song: Don't Let Me Get Me

Artist: P!NK

Main character: Kendall

Summary: Everyone always thinks of Kendall as the fearless leader; the one who let's nothing get to him. No one knows he's really a mess inside, in a constant war with himself. No one knows he's his own enemy.

Never win first place, I don't support the team I can't take direction, and my socks are neverclean

The whistle from the referee blew, signaling the end of the game. The sound rung through Kendall's ears like a flat line on a heart monitor. They had just lost. Again. He knew it was all because of him.

He skated over to the bench, sitting down and letting out a heavy sigh. He wanted nothing more than to go to the locker room and get changed so he could go home. However, Coach Branigan had a few choice words for him first.

"Kendall! What the hell was that! You were supposed to pass the puck to Greg! How many times do I have to remind you there's no 'I' in team? You need to be a team player, Knight! If you ever want to make it as a professional in this sport you better learn to be a member of the team!"

Kendall nodded wordlessly and rolled his eyes as soon as Coach stomped off, still fuming. He could tell Coach wasn't the only one pissed at him. His teammates shot him disapproving looks as they hustled to the locker room. This wasn't the first time they'd lost a game because Kendall thought he was too good to share the spotlight.

Kendall didn't care one bit. He loved hockey, but hated his team. Even though Carlos, Logan and James were on the team, it made no difference to him. He knew he was better than anyone else on the team. Why should he have to listen to Coach B's stupid plays? More than half the time that they lost was because Coach didn't know what the hell he was doing.

Kendall was pulled from his thoughts by James thumping him on the back.

"C'mon man, let's go," he paused for a minute and sniffed at the air, "aw, dude, when's the last time you changed your socks?"

Teachers dated me, my parents hated me I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin'right

On a typical Tuesday afternoon Kendall was in Miss Tianelli's classroom. The door was locked and the blinds pulled shut. The window on the door was covered with dark construction paper and the room was as dark as it could be at four o'clock.

Miss Tianelli's tight skirt was wrapped up around her waist as Kendall pushed deeper into her, pressing her petite frame tight between himself and her mahogany desk. Papers were askew on the floor and the desk shook slightly with their rhythmic motion.

"Kendall," she breathed out heavily.

"Shh," he hushed her, feeling the climax of his orgasm approaching fast.

He groaned in pleasure as he felt himself pour inside of her. Miss Tianelli dug her nails into Kendall's bare back, doing her best to hold in her scream as she climaxed right along with him.

Finishing up, Kendall climbed off of her and disposed of the used condom. Zipping up his pants and buttoning up his shirt, he makes his way over to the door.

"See you tomorrow, Tiffany."

"Kendall! Um, wait," Miss Tianelli called out to him. Kendall smirked at her as she smoothed out her skirt and ran a hand through her sexhair.

She cleared her throat. "I'd like that paper on the Bill of Rights handed in Friday, don't forget.

Kendall chuckled. "Right." He nodded to her and left without another word.

Later at home, Kendall walked in the door and tossed his coat on the floor with the others. He looked over to the couch and saw Katie watching some murder special. After saying a quick hello to her, he made his way to the kitchen.

"Mom! Mom, did Dad call for me today? Or send a letter or anything?" Kendall asked her.

Jen Knight took a drag from her cigarette, ignoring her son until she exhaled, letting smoke poor from her nose like a dragon.

"What do you want?" She asked him to repeat himself.

"Dad. Have you heard anything from Dad?" Kendall asked again.

"Oh. No," Jen responded. She put her cigarette out in the ashtray and took a sip of her scotch.

"Whatever," Kendall shook his head in disappointment. His father promised to call him or write him at least once a week. He hadn't heard anything in three months now. He didn't even know where his father was anymore. Pushing those thoughts aside, he turned to his mom again, "What's for dinner?"

"Oh, you can just whip up whatever is in the freezer for you and your sister. I have to go to work," his mother slurred as she got up from the kitchen table.

Kendall opened the freezer to reveil a tray of ice cubes, a freezer bitten chicken breast and a half eaten gallon of vanilla ice cream. Upon checking the fridge, he found a jar of peanut butter and leftover white rice from the Chinese food his mother brought home a week before. Kendall grumbled unhappily as he slammed the refrigerator door shut.

"Hey, Mom, you know what would be cool? If you used some of the money you spend on booze and cigarettes to buy some food for me and Katie!"

"Don't you raise your voice to me, Kendall Knight! I'm a single mother now and I do what I can! I work two shifts at the diner just to support your ungrateful ass!" She hollered back.

"Well it's obviously not enough when we never have food in the house!"

"I'm doing the best I can, Kendall! You'll just have to make do with what we have!"

"Oh yeah, because God forbid you make do without your pack a day and hourly glass of whiskey!" Kendall spewed out the venomous words.

"You shut up right now, Kendall Donald! What I do is none of your business! You're a child and some things you just don't understand!" Jen barked at him.

"What I understand is that me and Katie are hungry! Maybe you'd understand too if you'd start being a mother and quit being a whore!"

Kendall's words were met by a hard hand across his cheek. He looked up to see the most furious, upset look he'd ever seen on his mother's face.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again. You're just like your father."

With that, Mrs. Knight grabbed her jacket and headed off to work. Kendall could only shake his head as he sat himself down on the kitchen floor.

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror I can't take the person starin' back at me

Kendall wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror with his hand. He wrapped a towel around his waste and leaned on the sink for support, weakened by what he saw when he glanced at the mirror.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself. A deep, dark chuckle. It was funny; funny how the Kendall everyone saw at school was not the same Kendall he saw everyday. Everyone knew him as cocky and fearless. Even his best friends in this entire world thought he was proud of who he was and all he stood for. He was the only one who knew the truth.

He just put on a show for everyone, acting the way he wish he felt all the time. Truth was he was nothing more than a lost little boy inside a man. He had little to no idea who he was. Honestly, looking in the mirror, he couldn't stand what he saw staring back at him.

I'm a hazard to myself Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be my friend no more I wanna be somebody else

He was dangerous. Not so much to other people, but to himself. With every little mistake he made he felt himself growing more and more frustrated with himself. Only he knew what it was like for every turn he made to be the wrong one. The self-hatred grew and grew and grew, piling up inside of him. He wondered how much time he had before he'd finally explode.

He was so irritated with himself all the time. He knew his friends' lives where no where near perfect, but he often found himself thinking that they were still better than his. He didn't always wanna be Kendall Donald Knight. Sometimes he just wished he could be someone else.

LA told me, "You'll be a pop star, All you have to change is everything you are." Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears She's so pretty, that just ain't me

Even after they made it big in LA. Even after his mother quit smoking and drinking. Even after things seemed to be looking up, Kendall still couldn't be happy. After all, he was still Kendall. He was still the same messed up dude he was in Minnesota. The only difference is that people were starting to notice.

The producers told them they'd be big, that they really had a shot. All they had to do was change everything about themselves. They needed to change their image, their answers to interview questions, who they were.

One day while sitting in the salon chair in hair and makeup, Kendall finally asked the stylist, "What's all this for? I mean, why can't we just be who we are?"

The stylist laughed, "Oh, honey, that's not how it works in Hollywood. How about we wax those eyebrows of yours? You know, Justin Bieber is really big right now and you'd never find him walking around with those bushes on his face. Gotta keep up with the Joneses, you know?"

Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribesomethin A day in the life of someone else? Cuz I'm a hazard to myself

Depression. That's what his doctor diagnosed him as. Kendall only rolled his eyes at his doctor's obviousness. Had it really taken this long for someone to notice this?

"I'm going to start you on 100 milligrams of Prozac a day."

Kendall smirked. They just didn't get it. They good give him pills to be happy. They could give him pills to sleep, pills to wake up, and pills to function. He didn't need any f that though. What he really needed was to get away, to be someone else if only just for a day.

He would kill to be James Diamond, pretty boy extraordinaire or Logan Mitchell, the thoughtful brainiac just for a day. He'd give his left arm to be Carlos Garcia, innocent daredevil. He'd do anything if he could just take a break from himself. He wished with everything he had in him that he could go to sleep and wake up far, far away from Kendall Knight.

Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be my friend no more I wanna be somebody else

He was starting to get to himself and he wished someone could stop it. He hated being who he was, whoever that was anyway. He was so irritated all the time and the worst part was that he was the cause of it. His biggest enemy in his life was his own self. When you're fighting a war with yourself it makes it impossible to win. Hell, what are you even fighting for?

He wished he could be someone else, yes. However, wishes seldom come true, especially when they're impossible.

So life continues for Kendall, everyday the same old secret. No one, no one could ever know him. No one would ever know what a danger he was to himself.

I feel like this is the best thing I've written in a long time. I really liked it and I hope whoever just read this really likes it too. I would really appreciate some feedback, just to be sure about it. Thanks for reading