Respuesta :
Its not exactly funny, but its a good poem:
All i can see is red,
hearing voices inside my head
restless and lonely
they think im a phony,
anger and hate,
they cant relate,
frustration consumes
all that ive known,
all of my rage dooms
me to my own,
anger, fury, and hate,
all these feelings
locked up inside
but now i cant hide,
all i can do is let them free
then all thats left is me.
There was a cat
That cat sat on a rack
The rack when back
RACK BACK SACK
I hope this helps-
Brainliest?
