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I hate that i’m happy
I hate that i’m well
I hate that my dad is finally acting like a father
Well, it’s too late
Now it just feels fake

I hate the pity in my mom’s eyes
Like she sees through all my lies
I hate when my brother cries
All cause of me
And I hate that their love won’t let me be

I hate that they love me
I wish they would stop
But they wouldn’t dare
I hate myself
I hate how I act, how I look, how I feel
This monster I’ve turned into never feels real

I wish I could change
Rewind the past
Back to the days that didn’t move too fast
Were young me smiled without a disguise
No scars on her arms
Just light in her eyes

Now I’m a dead rose with thorns so tight
I push people far out of sight
People are cruel
They hurt
They lie
They cut like a knife
I don’t wanna feel pain for the rest of my life
I wanna go back to the laughter and light
When sleep wasn’t haunted in the middle of the night

Back to a time when death didn’t cross my head
No bleeding to cope, no holding my breath
When my smile was wide, not broken or fake

God, I just want it all to fade

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores intense emotional pain and longing for a return to innocence, using direct and confessional language. The repetition of “I hate…” in the opening stanzas establishes a tone of self-loathing and frustration, creating a sense of emotional claustrophobia. The poem’s structure is mostly free verse, with line breaks that often mirror the speaker’s fragmented thoughts.

The poem’s strongest element is its raw honesty. The speaker’s ambivalence toward familial love (“I hate that they love me / I wish they would stop”) and the juxtaposition of past happiness with present suffering are rendered in clear, accessible language. However, the poem sometimes relies on familiar expressions of pain (“People are cruel / They hurt / They lie / They cut like a knife”), which can risk cliché and diminish the impact of the more specific, personal moments.

Imagery is present but could be developed further. The metaphor of being “a dead rose with thorns so tight” is evocative, but the subsequent line (“I push people far out of sigh”) appears to be a typographical error (“sight” may be intended), which disrupts the image. The references to scars and haunted sleep are concrete, but the poem could benefit from more original or sensory details to distinguish the speaker’s experience from generalized expressions of distress.

The poem’s emotional arc moves from anger and self-hatred to a yearning for escape and a plea for relief. The closing lines, invoking God, suggest a desire for erasure rather than resolution, which is consistent with the poem’s tone but leaves the reader in a place of unresolved anguish. Consider whether the poem might benefit from a moment of reflection or ambiguity that complicates the speaker’s desire to “fade,” or from imagery that suggests the possibility of change, even if it is not realized.

Attention to lineation and rhythm could also strengthen the poem. Some lines are prosaic or uneven, which may be intentional to reflect the speaker’s turmoil, but varying the line lengths more deliberately could enhance the poem’s emotional pacing.

Overall, the poem’s directness is effective, but further development of imagery, attention to language, and exploration of complexity in the speaker’s emotions could deepen its impact.

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Geezer

Geezer

2 months 1 week ago

I cannot...

disagree with the A.I. I'm not sure that any of the suggestions would make much of a difference. I do think that the turmoil might be somewhat calmed with a look at your thoughts on what you have written; looking objectively, you might ask a few questions of your father, like what has changed him? That could add a level to the poem that would make it more effective. ~ Geezer.

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