Oh I love to write.
I think anyone could tell you that.. stories, and especially poems...
I need to devote more time to them this year.
Here is one off the top of my head about the way I'm feeling now:

They came into my box.
So white, so white,
They make friends with my friends...
and I start to fade...
suddenly i'm not fun enough
suddenly i'm not loud enough
and I start to fade...
and no one can hear my shouts...
except One.