I love to run, and jump, and twirl,

But what would others say

If I started acting like a little girl.

I love to sit and read for hours,

Alone and in the silence of my room,

But this means I am a recluse.

I love to learn,

It's a passion of mine,

But this makes me a nerd.

I am an introvert

In an extroverted world.

Why must there be something wrong with me

For doing what I love to do?