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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
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