The Devil On My Shoulder Poem by Kenji McCollum

The devil on my shoulder,
Though the devil doesn't perch on my shoulder,
It sits next to me,
And broods over my head,
And the devil isn't really the devil,
She is a demon disguised as a mother,
She is snarky and sneaky,
Pretends to care,
Whilst only caring of herself,
She plays games and seems to love watching me squirm,
As a writhe with agonizing pain,
She loves seeing me be in pain,
But hates seeing me in pain on her terms,
How I suffer under her clutches