Free Verse

a battle between the eyes

November 9, 2025

i try so hard to be someone they want around,

but I always feel misplaced, never truly found.

i don’t belong where the crowds all stay,

i walk my path in a different way.

they trade their smiles, their easy lies

while I carry storms behind my eyes

maybe it’s me, I’m built all wrong,

off key notes in a perfect song.

i trip, I fall, I never lead,

maybe I’m cursed waiting to be freed

a puzzle piece that will never fit

call me free or call me weird

i am what i am- a different breed

i tell myself to just be still,

but silence bends against my will.

a quiet room becomes a fight,

a thousand voices crowd the night.

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Personal struggle with belonging, concrete self-reflection mixed with abstract identity questions.

Multiple ideas per 10 lines: alienation, self-doubt, internal conflict, identity, restlessness.

Strongly negative throughout: misplaced, storms, cursed, weirdo, internal struggle, no resolution.

Turbulent language with kinetic verbs: trip, fall, fight, crowd. Internal agitation palpable.

Approximately 20-22 lines; falls in mid-length range.

Metaphors (storms, puzzle piece, off-key notes), personification (silence bends), strong imagery.

Pure lyric internal monologue; introspective voice examining personal emotional state throughout.

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