Don't Be The Nicest Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

Be nice,
Don't be the nicest.
My people
Whom I think God,
Are the devils.
They shattered my heart
Again and again,
Turning it into a heap
Of clay and sand,
I won't submit,
I won't quit,
I will add up my tears
Of dreamless nights,
And will mold into big bricks,
Burnt in the fire of my anger
And the heat of my pain.
Bricks are too hard to break,
I will fortify my heart, though unbent.
I will be a fort for you, my dear,
Not a board to play darts.
I will be nicer,
Not to you, but yester me.