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.