AN INTROVERT'S TALE

 A head full of thoughts, a notebook filled with ideas

But a mouth full of silence with eyes on a distant land

Devasted and inconsolably weeping inside

Because I have to see all my prospects die

As they suffocate with longing and slowly crumble to death


I have so many schemes in mind for you and me

I say to my newest idea that I received

But now, all it gets to see is my back as I leave

Wishing it left me and not the other way around

Heartbroken as I  walk away and it falls to the ground


I can't even rejoice in the fact that I have the power

To make these ideas keep coming back to me 

As I keep giving them hope of their release repeatedly

For I know that the day they decide that enough is enough

They shall desert me completely and life will be tough


It's not that I don't want to speak up, it's just that I can't

I lack the courage in my little heart, and I want to be included

And not be called weird for believing and thinking different

From all of those who have set the norm in this world.


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