how can i fit
when i wasn’t
made that shape?
how can i fit?
why should i
fit?
and
why have a fit
when one doesn’t fit
a container in which
you should sit?
honestly,
the notion has me lit
not high—but with grit—
i declare,
you might not like this bit,
you can take
that mold
and fill it with
shit.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 26, 2026.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
Your poem is powerful and speaks of not fitting in a world that has changed. Your poem revolves around the struggle for individuality and the rejection of societal norms and expectations. The poet questions the necessity and desire to conform to predefined molds or roles ("how can I fit when i wasn’t made that shape?"). Your poem addresses themes of identity, self-acceptance, and defiance against external pressures to conform.
Take the mold and fill it with shit... Bloody well said!
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