Introverted

I can feel the thoughts swirl through my mind.

It's like a tornado inside.

Why is everyone so blind?

Why do I have so much to hide?

 

They don't understand.

I'm underestimated.

They're all so bland.

And I'm here isolated.

 

I'm listening to Michael Buble studying for a test.

And they all think I don't study.

I'm trying to do my best,

But they all are hanging with a buddy.

 

I get straight A's.

I put on a fake smile.

They start to fade away

As I try to make school worthwhile.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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