01/26 Inner Storm

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Things I Dont Say Aloud

I am bitter,
not because I hate them,
but because they did not build me
the way they spoke about building me.

I was told to dream loudly,
then left alone
to figure out the stairs

Now I am twenty-two,
too old to cry at their feet,
too young to stop wishing
they had tried harder

I carry a life
far from the one I imagined,
and I smile like it doesn’t ache
to live someone else’s version of survival

The storm is quiet
it lives in what could have been,
in the discipline I taught myself,
in the support I learned to stop asking for

I do not blame them aloud.
I blame the silence instead.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Country/Region: Gauteng South Africa

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neopoet

3 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

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

This poem effectively conveys a complex emotional landscape centered on disappointment, unmet expectations, and the internalization of silence. The speaker's bitterness is nuanced, not directed at individuals outright but at the gap between promises and reality, which adds depth to the emotional tone.

The use of contrasts—such as "too old to cry" versus "too young to stop wishing"—captures the liminal space of early adulthood with precision, highlighting the tension between vulnerability and resilience. This is a strong structural choice that grounds the poem's emotional arc.

Imagery like "I smile like it doesn’t ache / to live someone else’s version of survival" is particularly evocative, encapsulating the performative aspect of coping with disappointment. The metaphor of the storm as "quiet" and residing "in what could have been" effectively externalizes internal turmoil without overt dramatization.

One area for potential refinement is the phrase "the way they spoke about building me," which could be more specific or vivid to enhance the metaphor of construction and growth. Additionally, the poem might gain from varying sentence rhythms or line lengths to mirror the emotional fluctuations more dynamically.

Overall, the poem's strength lies in its restrained yet powerful expression of unspoken grievances and the burden of silence, making it relatable and poignant. Further exploration of the metaphorical language and rhythmic variation could deepen its impact.

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