Free Verse

But what do you hate?

December 1, 2025

I hate that I had to fight when I thought I was safe,

I hate that I had to grow up so fast.

I hate that I had to hide how I felt,

That,

I had to stand alone for the sake of not being

anyone’s burden.

I hate that I have to heal from things that were not my fault!

I hate that I inherited battles that are too strong for me—

That’s what I hate.

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Deeply personal trauma and autobiographical grief, minimal abstraction.

Dense accumulation of grievances; multiple ideas compressed into single passage.

Strongly negative; saturated with anger, resentment, and pain throughout.

High kinetic intensity; staccato declarative statements, building fury and urgency.

Micro to short; single extended sentence-fragment cluster, approximately 50-60 words.

Some metaphorical language ('inherited battles') but mostly direct, declarative statements.

Pure lyric internal voice; confessional first-person exploration of personal emotion.

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