Introvert Hymn

    Lend me your ear, my reader attendee

    For today you will learn a bit about me.

    I'm probably like you, in more ways than one

    I've loved and I've lost, as you no doubt have done.

    But my demeanor and personality are what set me apart     

    My heart relates to suffering, my mind gravitates towards art.

    For I am an introvert, or such is my lonely label

    My basic human fabric; not something I can disable.

    My stereotypes are lavish and often blatantly woeful

    The world sees me as different; someone who is antisocial.

    These stigmas aren't benign labels; they can and do hurt

    A pain one knows well as a loner or so-called introvert.      

    

    So I alter my behavior to appease life's social masquerades

    These fool-hearted attempts to please others leave my self deeply betrayed.  

    What crime is there in enjoying peace and humble solitude?

    Time for self reflection is neither wrong nor malice or crude.

    Shallow chit-chats force my mind to scatter like a wind-whipped wildfire

    Conversations need to be meaningful if my attention is what you desire.

    My reserved nature is often misread as conceited, shallow, or shrewd

    I merely seek real human connection and do not mean to be rude.

    

    But rest-assured I'm no lofty tower of silence

    My inner thoughts often flow like a trillion fire hydrants.

    

    The key to knowing me is breaking that initial ice

    A quest no doubt rewarding if you heed this humble advice.

    Friends like me listen closely; painting your words into mental portraits

    Pictures to later remind you of your successes, and guard your secrets like an armed fortress.

    

    Please remember these words when you meet an cross paths with an introvert

    This is just our way of coping, and not a trait we can alter, or otherwise revert.