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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