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?