Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#fitting
I hate time. I hate being conscious about the existence of time. I hate how every second slips away and cannot be redone. I hate when I'm a bad person and only cry when they're gone. I hate how, deep down, time doesn't change anything. No matter how long it takes, I can still be on the same place. How I'm always close, but never closer To anyone who's already decided their fate. I hate growing up and having to adjust. I hate slowing down and eating their dust. For as long as my stories have been alive, I only care to fantasy, where there is no time.
0
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
"I Hate Time"
I dress up With nowhere to go I look up high To get hit down below My life is constant With nothingness I'm a sparkle In a void Of boringness I lay in bed and dream As years pass me I'm nearly thirty And still Never laughing I love feathers And sequins Dancing in the evening Glamor and stars Colors and mars Yet I'm stuck Here Where i want To dissapear I'm not wanted I don't fit in I don't want to fit in Here I want to dissapear To a land With love And hues Shining No curfews Eccentricity And electric That shocks Every single Bore Away So the shining flamingos Can have a place to stay Yet here i am In my constant cave Bored And alone Turning Into stone All i can do Is cry In my orange dress Cry in my pink wig Cry til Midnight *** after that I die In the colorless-ness Of my life
0
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
Lonely flamingo
Carrying wounds that will not heal A pain I will be forced to always feel Stitched up, scabbed over The new flesh is much paler Sealed but not seamless A basic healing process That's what they tell me Looks like a ground up mess, what does everyone else see? The sensation is still so prominent As if I'm back in that bathtub reliving it The visual as clear as the day Terrified but can't pull my gaze away I only opened a small crease Honed in on the crimson flow of my life embracing it's release Two fresh exits located to my left and my right Allowing it to forge a new path to the drain and out of sight My past, present and future colliding Pooling faster than it can move through the plumbing Took forever to register my final decision Turned out it wasn't final at all, just another negative mark on my person No relief felt, only overwhelming regret A permanent reminder But how could I ever forget ©2024
0
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
~•§•~ Let It Out ~•§•~
There once was a ponderous piper Peter, Whose arm burned off in a heater. It's now hard to fit pipe, But he doesn't gripe. He's got one arm, a mouth, and his peter.
0
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 12:59 AM UTC
Piping
She looked outside where it was gray and dreary cloudy and about to rain what a fitting day for a girl who was lost in her own storm and couldn't find her way
0
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
Cloudy
i lost 5 pounds, am i skinny enough yet? i used that lipstick you told me to use, does it look good? i bought those new clothes everyone wears, do i look cool enough? i join the cheer team to fit in more, do they like me yet? i had *** with that popular guy, am i breaching my adolescence i started smoking *** am i a cool enough stoner yet? i started wear a full-face of makeup, am i attractive enough yet? i shrunk my waist 5 inches, am i more desired now? i started skipping school, am i fitting in with the status quo? i started sneaking out, am i risky enough? i got my nose pierced , is it edgy enough? i dyed my hair to the blonde white you have it. so we can match? i keyed that girls car who's such a freak, is that more acceptable i bullied that girl and she killed herself, wasn't she such a freak? _____________________________________________________________ im in the hospital now i lost too much weight i ended up failing school for so much im in debt for all the clothes i bought the popular guy ended up getting me pregnant i got arrested for keying her car and threatening her my hair ended up falling out from all the bleach my organs are shutting down from all the weight loss i ended up addicted to drugs my face now breakouts from all the products i used i ruined my parents marriage by sneaking out and lying i joined the cheer team and ended up trying to fit in im currently dying , do i fit in enough yet?
0
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
Standards
I spent most my life fitting in Shapeshifter in my own skin To squeeze to whatever size Matched the proportion of everyones lies
0
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
Shapeshifter
i'm tired. i'm tired of things i know i can't control but still try my **** hardest to. i'm tired of smiling all throughout the day making sure the people i'm talking to don't think of me as a **** joy. i'm tired of faking a laugh just to please the people who throw jokes at me as if i'm not in the room with them. i'm tired of walking as fast as i can back to my place so i could finally be in peace. i'm tired of always finding myself in situations i'd rather not be found as i sit in the corner blurring the noise out by reading stuff on my phone. i'm tired of fitting in.
0
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
tired
on a daily basis my brain reminds me, "you'll never fit in". sometimes i believe it. but once in a while i realize, i'm not a puzzle piece. i will never be. i wasn't born to fit in this giant puzzle. perhaps we could all just coexist.
0
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
puzzle pieces
Hey bro, Hey, I’m having a party later wanna come by, I really shouldn’t, C’mon it’ll be fun I’ll pick you up at 8. What do I wear I ask, I never get invited to parties, I get ****** drawn on my yearbook, And I always get picked last for sports. Hey mom I’m going to a party, Oh the normal, Just a study group get together, My words light as a feather. The clock strikes 8, You pick me up, Right hand on your steering wheel, Left hand flicking a cigarette out of your window, The scent of your cologne, Smells like home, But the way you look at me, Home is where I should’ve stayed. Do you drink, Like alcohol? Yes like alcohol, No not really, Aw c’mon man you’re coming to your first party, I really shouldn’t, Don’t be a ***** I laugh and shrug, I knew I should’ve stayed home. We arrive at your house, I imagine this is what being famous feels like, All eyes on you as you step out of the car, Probably without the empty looks and questions, Why is he here, They probably felt bad for him, Look at him, Disgusting. The house was huge, Owned by a business man, Rich decor, Only child, What a lonely life. Let me grab you a drink, No it’s okay I’m really fine, I bring you to my house and you want to disrespect me? I guess I’ll have a drink, That’s my boy, With a wink and a turn, You disappear in the crowd. I sit on your couch in silence, Bodies swarming by, Conversations about *** linger in the distance, I guess everyone knows something about someone, Even if that person of subject knew nothing about it. ***** this, ***** that, ***** there, And the best, I guess **** are allowed here. You return with the drinks, Mine fizzy, Your’s smooth, Cheers he said, Clink, Now drink your drink. Consciousness came in and out at this point, My cellphone gone, I can’t call anyone, I need my mom. One moment I’m in the living room, On the couch, On the stairs, In a room, On a bed. I can’t speak, My hands numb, I’m cold, My clothes are on the floor. One pair of hands, Then two, Then three, I lost count after the blindfold, My screams cut short by loud music and rags. I wake up, My head hurts, Bruises all over my body, I’m in my bed. My mother comes in scolding me, Telling me how he brought me home, That he told me not to drink so much, That I fell down the stairs, This is where the end of my life started, With a “Hey bro”, A drink, A clink, And a suicide.
0
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Fitting in is Rough
Hey bro, Hey, I’m having a party later wanna come by, I really shouldn’t, C’mon it’ll be fun I’ll pick you up at 8. What do I wear I ask, I never get invited to parties, I get ****** drawn on my yearbook, And I always get picked last for sports. Hey mom I’m going to a party, Oh the normal, Just a study group get together, My words light as a feather. The clock strikes 8, You pick me up, Right hand on your steering wheel, Left hand flicking a cigarette out of your window, The scent of your cologne, Smells like home, But the way you look at me, Home is where I should’ve stayed. Do you drink, Like alcohol? Yes like alcohol, No not really, Aw c’mon man you’re coming to your first party, I really shouldn’t, Don’t be a ***** I laugh and shrug, I knew I should’ve stayed home. We arrive at your house, I imagine this is what being famous feels like, All eyes on you as you step out of the car, Probably without the empty looks and questions, Why is he here, They probably felt bad for him, Look at him, Disgusting. The house was huge, Owned by a business man, Rich decor, Only child, What a lonely life. Let me grab you a drink, No it’s okay I’m really fine, I bring you to my house and you want to disrespect me? I guess I’ll have a drink, That’s my boy, With a wink and a turn, You disappear in the crowd. I sit on your couch in silence, Bodies swarming by, Conversations about *** linger in the distance, I guess everyone knows something about someone, Even if that person of subject knew nothing about it. ***** this, ***** that, ***** there, And the best, I guess **** are allowed here. You return with the drinks, Mine fizzy, Your’s smooth, Cheers he said, Clink, Now drink your drink. Consciousness came in and out at this point, My cellphone gone, I can’t call anyone, I need my mom. One moment I’m in the living room, On the couch, On the stairs, In a room, On a bed. I can’t speak, My hands numb, I’m cold, My clothes are on the floor. One pair of hands, Then two, Then three, I lost count after the blindfold, My screams cut short by loud music and rags. I wake up, My head hurts, Bruises all over my body, I’m in my bed. My mother comes in scolding me, Telling me how he brought me home, That he told me not to drink so much, That I fell down the stairs, This is where the end of my life started, With a “Hey bro”, A drink, A clink, And a suicide.
Continue reading...
97
Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Here's a tip, from kin-to-kin: If you don't fit in, don't fit in. Simply, be.
0
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
On Fitting In
You would think A fool who always lies Would finally surmise He is known to be unwise In most other people’s eyes. You would think A snake in the grass Would not have an *** But it comes to pass That some are all *** You would think A pile of dog manure Would smell himself for sure And that would insure To show that he's not pure. You would think A **** so full of hate Would not aspire to be great And instead would wait Until humility reached his gate. You would think Being socially quite blind No ability to be quite kind Would someday soften the rind Of almost any creep you’d find. You would think With so many tramps around And unfunny political clowns Someone would knock him down; Teach him something on the ground. You would think Some lesson would be due To give this reprobate a clue And help him know what to do, But that might never come true.
0
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
YOU WOULD THINK
Tick Tick Tick of a metronome Everyone falls into their allotted place Somehow in the chaos they all know the pace of this tune This humdrum waltz Step one two step one two step one two step Into a world of imagination and fun I've always danced to my own tune I've pirouetted and leaped, out of sync, out of time And I've always been praised for not toeing the line but now Somehow I wish I could force my heavy feet Into this repetitive nonsensical beat Of the collective, the herd That I so desperately need I'm not a genius, not a poet, not an enlightened teen I'm an extroverted mess with an eagerness to please But a stubborn refusal to dance to the beat in the past has made me A social outcast It's too late for me To find my feet Where they fit in this dance to the death When life's only half lived I've always called myself a ****** never realising how well it fit And if you are proud of your uniqueness, you can't escape it When you need to Or want to Fit in with the crowd I'm too crazy or too tame Too quiet or too loud And only here with people Who I just can't seem to get I feel the accurate poignance Of the title, 'misfit'.
0
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
Misfit
i feel like i'm not fitting in anymore like i have lost my place to be honest i'm not sure i had a place to begin with i look at my friends and realize i am becoming alone i'm not sure when everything changed do you not say hi anymore because we weren't actually friends or do you just not care do you only talk to me to get with her because it's been this way for too long and i can't do it anymore i'm tired of this push and pull this constant back and forth not knowing who to trust or where to turn i don't feel like i fit in because i don't know who i fit with i don't feel like i have a place because i don't think i'm good enough for any place i'm trying to be okay with being alone not being lonely but alone but i get confused and it gets hard to remember which is which
0
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
fit
the magic is that i have no home in this world besides you
0
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
the internet
I thought Pipe-fed freedoms Would stay at bay Behind minds fretting needlessly Then I was told to buy a lottery ticket I supposed My wasted wants Would keep in my sleep Beneath griefs of weakness I'd never possess Then I discovered I'm one more normal mind I believed 'My' graceful gods Were lame in their frame Below fallow understandings in flaking canvases Then I was told what to believe I refused And was suddenly different Shown the ropes of a living wage Pariah, Burned alive until I was so different I was marketable People came to me And suddenly I was someone Suddenly I was understandable Like never I was as one of dissonance within - One of picture frames without, the label 'Vive le différence, Ici ça meurt'.
0
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Vive?
The first time my lips touched a cigarette, I cringed at the taste but I ****** and puffed the toxins anyways. smooth. It was menthol. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't care. I just wanted to be cool with my friends. They were 14, I was 12. 'Mature for my age'. I had fitted in. But was smoking that cigarette really, really worth it? I haven't talked to those 'friends' in 6 years.
0
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Cigarette.
Why do people insist on labels? Everything has to fit But what if it doesn't? What if I don't? The only thing that I can say is that I'm me Shouldn't that be enough? Shouldn't that make everything clear? Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you! - Dr. Seuss I am me You are you And that is all No explanations needed
0
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
Labels
Marry me into the spaces in your life, Because the mountains shift ever so slightly to fill empty skies. I was once the sky, Searching barren deserts for mountains. Until I realized, I am mountainous.
0
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
Where I fit.
Only had I known The true nature Of my rugged edges That they weren't supposed to be So callously blunted I wouldn't have tried so much Wasting my time trying to run them Into circles where they never belonged Into places for they never longed Instead I would have toiled Sharpening them with the implied And make them bleed with unwavering pride.
0
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Realisation
I wear extensions on my head and get them glued to every last eyelash. I wear makeup as a mask that i apply with perfectionism and wasted time. and I wear what you'll like on my body because there is a lot of me missing that I need to compensate for.
0
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
fulfilling my own silhouette.
A pair of stays to bind in fashion, Stiff bodice lift those ample ******* French sophistication and ***** south, Linen lines taken from the robin's nests. Once seen in times known to all Baroque, Steel cages more true to the name, Renaissance blushed at the very sight, This hidden and blustering shame. Georgian era was always that late, Yet women united to sheer the skin, Frills and cuffs were the new bloom, The dowdy apron given to the bin. Victorian, Edwardian seen a rise of empire, When romance boasts the whale bone done, Now scattered in all weddings and burlesque, Dear Corset is set in memory to run and run.
0
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC
Corset.