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...