A Confessional Poem : Douchbag

You call my love weird,
I always ask you why?
Even though I know,
It is all just to defocus your lie.

I scream, I shout, I throw things at you;
It must be the reason why you feel that way!
Honestly honey, It is all your demon's deed;
He sets this tone and I have to push you away.

This brings exhaustion and anxiety both at once
My best years reduced to conversations with this demon.
I am trying, crying, sobbing and waiting for that one day
When you finally acknowledge and kill this abomination.

I hope for good and I hope for the best infact,
So don't be a douchbag and clean up your act!

- Niti

Author's Note

Thanks for reading !