SQUARE PEG

Whispering sounds echoing inside my head
Filling me with thoughts that barely can be read
Reminding me I am still a square peg
In a world full of round holes
Destine to be one of life's many lost souls
Too strong to quit, too stubborn to forget
And unwilling to conform just to fit
I'm not a puzzle piece life can cut down
Even though people would have me pretend I'm round
My wasted potential everyone else can see
Trapped inside it remains my mystery
For who can see inside my skin
And not judge me by their own sin
When better things have I in mind
My place in life I pray to find
             Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Indra Neil]

a profound write that states the raw truth! to remain our original selves and not mold to the pressure of society is a tough task but ultimately rewarding! message is strongly expressed in this fine write!
(u might consider to edit ' destine' to 'destined' ?)

[Bear]

Thank you for the kind review, and the past tense of destine is destined and the poem is written in present tense. There is a great website that does everything when it comes to words including the tense of a word. Here is the link to the main page if you or anyone else is interested, it is a great writing tool. http://www.wordhippo.com/

[Indra Neil]

oh! got it! :)

[J. K. Beach]

I've certainly felt this way Bear. I can relate to your words very well! I've found that the stress of trying to fit my square... actually quite irregular, shape into the round holes of society to be the most difficult thing to handle. I enjoy my irregularity until I encounter such ridiculous necessities... I have been lucky enough, after a 50 year search, to find family and friends who fit my shape and give me a place in life. In your case I hope the search will be successful as well. Beautiful, thought provoking work... well done!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Is the poem about a character that hears voices or is the poem about a character that has the ability to spot lost souls that will never make it to Heaven.

[Bear]

Basically it is about being true to yourself and not let other peoples judgement cause doubts and change who you are.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

That sounds very good maybe it could also include not to let lost ghosts which represent negative because they are dead influence the decisions of live persons which represent positive.

In religious terms that represents that there is no repentance for the dead and that living persons are the only one that have a chance at all times.

What do you think

[Bear]

Like the punctuating that I leave out so as to let people read in their own way, I like the idea of people finding their own meaning in my work. Relating to others work may be the true meaning of poetry:~)

[Confuser]

Stopping at lost souls and I love it! This poem is absolutely amazing; forget amount meter; it's delightful, delicious and everyone can relate: you said every word that makes every one fit into this mad crazy judgmental, a lot of the time intolerate world! Bravo. A favorite. Blew me away somewhere floating above all the pegged people saying, I'll pray for you. Thank you. Dale

[Jamestown]

This is a great piece of work! Check out my piece called Burnt Soul, it's similar
I think you will enjoy it! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!