The Thoughts of an Introvert

THE THOUGHTS OF AN INTROVERT

 

People, voices, walls pressing in

Strained laughter

Stifled sighs

Feigned grins

All praying to be perceived

Perceived as the person

Of perfection

Of poise

 

Growing up in a generation

Where our faces will never know

The aged signs of life

Of creases of crow feet

Indenting themselves as a permanent reminder

Of once known genuinely

Our happiness

 

You have to make your presence known

They say

Do not fall victim to silence

Speak up

Go out

Relentlessly expecting

Expecting my compliance

Challenging my defiance

 

When self-worth is measured by fractions

of nights spent out

Solitude is perceived as weakness

My reclusive state must be buried deep

In the crevice of my comfort zone

When I speak so often, so animatedly

My words lose their meaning

Yet that seems to be okay

No one is listening anyway

 

My hand-trembling urge to recharge

Settle into the bed of my mind

Resting in the heavenly ease of being alone

But I am not shy

Although I feel obliged

Obliged to try

To try and fit the mold of the amicability

Unafraid to live in a world that leaves me dizzy

Dizzy with its spinning

All I want to do is retreat

Into my own enticing emptiness

Reviews

[Quill]

well this is one poem a lot of people can relate to, it is nicely written