Introverts
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I'm introvert, I'm reserved and maybe shy
The same society that thinks a happy, playful child will turn wayward Interprets too quiet as dumb, so I'm dumb!
But I have the most amazing things to say,
I don’t want to be where the people are.
I don’t want to see, want to see them dancing.
Just want to be home on my Netflix account,
Watching TV.
Making small talk doesn’t get you far,
We need to find a leader,
But that’s not me.
We need someone who can reign us in.
But I don’t know who’ll that be.
I don’t want to take over it all,
But I don’t know what else to do.
I absorb a tender kiss from the pressed lips that never say “love you,”
I dine on a replenished plate while hardly ever murmuring a “thanks.”
Oh! Heart!
Why do you choose to stay in a dark room?
Why do you have to stay in this heavy storm?
Oh!
A love day filled with joy and laughter.
Went to the cinema after.
A breeze of beauty passed me by.
Acknowledgement and denial,
My normal self but still a cosmic pawn.
Choices are given, options limited.
I desperately
Need to be alone
To function correctly
Release me of your presence
Only for a little while and then return
Veer close to me but not too much
Everytime some one gets close
Do you ever feel like you don’t quite belong
In the body you call home?
I do.
At times, or rather most times,
I am so timid that I think I would be better suited
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk
who nobody sees
Why can't I be seen?
Because so many personalities
stand out way more pronounce than me
I am merely a shadow in their presences
I like being alone, to myself.
It gives me time to think, listen, and observe.
No crowdsof people complaining about their life.
Just.... stillness and calm.
Time stops when I'm alone, to myself.
Oh you troubled teachers.
Creating a hierarchy
based upon grades
rather than a strong will to learn.
Oh you troubled teachers.
Grade-shaming your students
who are only trying to get through school
Silence is a rare currency
The value's going up
With distractions invading our lives
Loudness is worshipped
Silence is lambasted
And the quiet ones are persecuted
And the happily lonely are further shunned
