Does this poem make sense?

In creative writing we are on the poetry unit... now I'm not much of a poet and I deffinitely don't trust myself so I was wondering if you could tell me if my poem makes sense and is cohesive (Note: it's suppose to be sarcastic or satirical a little because its suppose to mimmick one of shakespeares sonnets:

I remember when you told me that lie

That you cared too much so you rushed to leave

Though in choice of death your bliss didn't sigh

Which is now displayed in absence to grieve

We don't miss you this display is of glee

We're know that it is sort of distorted

We're not good at painting the scene, you'll agree

My art amiss critics reported

I've never been fond of brushes in my hand

Eyes deceive, mixing truth with desire

Because truth can't be depicted by man

Befuddling great minds who have conspired

But perhaps the canvas just isn't right

Perhaps if I could paint I'd trust my sight

I know I have a few grammatical errors like we're know should be we know