All Me
To say I am an introvert would be a lie.
Hope to show that I am all together.
Everything seems fine to others.
Wishing for acceptance.
Incredibly I don't worry.
Zilch are the words I shout to be heard.
Accepting I am of others faults.
Reality is I want be accepted.
Daring to shine on merit of work ethic.
Obviously I am seen but am I heard?
Fact and fiction are a mix of me.
Ominously I am content.
Zero words I hear from my haters