I wrote this during History one week, we were meant to be doing our assignment but I'd finished so i wrote a peom instead. it's Zan hope you like it
When they call us
We always go to the spot
It's hidden under layers of cement
So deep under the ground
Hidden from prying eyes
The enemies that we fight for our lives
It takes them too long to realise the surprise
There's more to everyone than what meets the eyes
Our weekly activities
Are far from normal
Highly dangerous at least
Battered and bruised by the end
The girl with the porcelain soul
Part of this group it seems
No one understands her background
To know how broken she really is
Only one can heal her
The boy as tough as steel
Her only hope of love
Her only hope of life...
