Leads Me To Hell Poem by Shweta Roy

Riding on a vehicle,
That leads to hell.
Know not what's next,
I'm expelled.
Though I give a damn to your existence,
I'm moved by your persistence. What are you made of?
You're true or a lie or rough?
I may not match up your expectations,
I failed but I valued your patience.
Yes! I'm mean.
I want to be. You instructed my way to forget the past,
I tried and failed,
'cause its vast!
You took my words as an answer which denied
your love.
But I know, how it feels to expect for no expections.
Now I'm trying to forget that part,
Which gifted me pain and more broken heart.
Requesting you to stay away...
As I know,
I can't be yours. 'cause the path I took,
That leads me to hell,
And I've passed!