Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly,

Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone.

All these titles all these labels

Do they truly represent who I am inside?

Every day I must be this happy-go-lucky girl smiling at the world

Something must be wrong if I don’t, or so they think it should.

Why can’t I have a day off to be tired, sick, or sleepy?

I have good days and bad days just like everyone else in this world does.

I’m not always this happy- go-lucky social butterfly,

I don’t need all these “friends” around me to be happy.

I’m perfectly fine on my own listening to my music

Playing soccer or taking a walk just me myself and I.