Introversion
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“Yes, you met an introvert”
They said, she’s not a call person
She was counting on you to find
her telephone wire.
I'm a whisper of the wind
The poetry in motion
The fluid from a pen
That's lights up when I'm flowing
A bubble blowing Ballston Spa poet
A walking paradox
Talking to myself a lot
In the chthonian cacophony of this
Fast-paced world,
that never stops, never halts
Always turns, always runs,
Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
Dear Mirror,
I'm sorry
You've seen
It all.
It all
Began
When I bought you.
When I bought you,
I didn't realize
How much
I need you.
I need you
To tell me
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.
The key to life
Is a curious thing
Some may describe in as embroidered in gold
and flowing with satin ribbons that cascade down its side.
Every minute of every day of every year
I weigh 111.4 pounds.
I am 5’6, lanky,
And my hips are neither too wide
Nor too thin.
a discussion with a friend about Extroversion and Introversion
led to this: you're spending the Rest of your life on an island.
if you had the choice between living in Solitude
I struggle through that crowd
That marches through the day;
It’s rambunctious and loud—
A chaotic parade.
Interaction with others isn’t something I want too much of,
But that doesn’t mean I wish it gone completely,
This introversion sits with me - fits like a glove,
However, anxiety besieges me! Fiery, like the sun!
People don't listen, they push you down and say you have no voice.
You hide in the shadows, wanting to speak but never knowing how.
You have an opinion, but they say it's not allowed,
In a classroom of extroverts,
A classroom full of loud, brazen, outspoken thinkers,
There was a quiet girl in the class,
Keeping to herself.
She didn’t talk much, as she was quite shy,
God, please quiet these conflicting voices inside my head
Is one of them yours? It's getting harder to tell.
I'm trying to filter them out.
My days and nights are blending together
A meek moth among a sea of social butterflies
Content with silent contemplation, and Saturday nights alone
Peaceful seclusion is the condition in which I thrive
Finding stimulation not primarily in the world around me,
Is it true?
Is that really what you think of me?
Who I am
Is not your problem
Who I will be
Is not your business
Who I was
Is all you can see?
‘Cause that’s me
That is what I want
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid.
You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious,"
That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming
You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else
I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
Dark galore
The minute my hands shut the door
Blank music sheets spread on the floor
Spiderwebs on the stairs
