introverted
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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.
Sitting in the middle of a room filled with chatter
Even if I had an acquaintance here, it wouldn’t matter
No one is truly a friend
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,
Help me
I'm Drowning
In a Sea of
Misunderstanding and Shame.
No Boat on the Horizon.
No Comraderie to Protect me.
Isolations was not Lonely --
Was not Frightening until --
What is the difference between a filter and myself?
Is there a clean line that can be drawn?
Is there a simple way to say this is me,
and that is who you think I am?
No, there is truth in lies
To the loud and to the bold
To the proud and uncontrolled
Oh, that I could be outspoken too
Oh, that I could be as sociable as you
My voice shakes and my confidence shatters
I find that there is no pleasure truer Than playing trumpet alone in the sewer When that exasperating feeling comes I go there to rattle my tympanums
