Tough, Accept It

Part of the struggle, being an introvert.

I'm

An

Introvert.

Why do people

Want to change me

Into someone

Whom I not?

Thinking

If I was more

Socially engaging

My mental health

Would improve.

But I know

From 44 + years

Of living my life

This won't happen.

Rather

The opposite

Is true

For me.

Being around people

For long periods of time

Or in crowds

Drains me

Physically and emotionally.

To the point

I start to experience

Anxious moments

Wanting to flee

To anywhere

But there.

Needing my downtime

To recover

From this traumatic occurrence

By separating myself.

Outside 

Of the world's activity.

Something

Many people

Don't understand

Or grasp.

Much to my sorrow

When I have to withdraw

To heal myself.

Reviews

[Alec]

As a fellow introvert this poem spoke to me. Most don't understand we simply need to be alone. It's always nice to realize you're not the only one.

[therisa]

Thank you, Alec. Sadly, my mom has never realized this need of mine.