A monster I'm not

Its not fine, that I keep suffering

That your insults never stop

It's not fine that you dine

with a hoe who calls you hers

while you  say you I am all yours

She writes filthy messages

and accusations that hurt

yet, you dine, with this filth

this filth from hell 

a demon in disguise

I'm no Angel but a monster 

I'm not, I may be hurt

but a homewrecker I'm not

The insults keep pouring

and she still ain't fired

all I get are lies 

lies that are disguised

like a wolf amidst sheep

All these lies, lies and lies

insults and character assassinations

are all I get, yet I've

I never hurt a soul

though these lies hurt mine

You have a dirty soul, I'm told

for what I wonder

It isn't me with the skeletons 

nor am I on the run

Yet my soul is called unclean

and maybe Satan is within

For what am I insulted for

I wonder, maybe its a blunder

And I hope it to be a blunder

But I know deep within

It is lies that I have been fed

I'm not stupid and when I scream

I ain't a cunt, its the hurt pouring out

but the blind cant see, and their

sense of touch is gone

By Prabalta Rijal