I have poems I like you share with you...

One bright in the middle of the night.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
They stood to back to back and faced each other.
Drew their swords and shot each other.
The deaf policeman on the beat, heard the noise and ran in to save those two dead boys.
If you don't this lie is true, ask the blind man he saw it to...

I'm dead on the inside.
I hide here behind my fake eyes.
The truth is hidden from view.
I'm a black rose in bush of white.
I've been left behind forever by everyone.