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 ...