Some days, I’m an extrovert
I’ll laugh and talk with my friends
And not want to be alone

Some days it will be in dance classes
More often than not, in fact
We’ll greet each other in the dressing room
With hugs and laughter
We’ll share stories during stretches
We’ll play secret games at the barre
(I just lost the game.)
We’ll gossip between combinations

We share a passion
To move
To dance
To have fun and grow
And that excited energy
Is shared between us

Some days it will be at school
Sometimes with friends from my grade
Sometimes with older grades
Sometimes we’ll be talking in classes
Sometimes I’ll talk with the older students at Independent Study
Some days it just works out

It’s fun talking to people
Hanging out with people
Being stupid with people
It’s great

But the next day
I’d like some peace and quiet

Quiet is not bad

In a busy world
It can be hard to find a time to rest
People are swept up in piles of obligations
Work
School
Friends
Chores
These things are ever constant

Society has worsened this
Adding a rush
A need to
Do more
Do faster
Do better

We introverts understand the need for rest
The need for peace
The need for calm
The need to just gimme a break!

A tendency for solitude isn’t always fun
But it has its advantages

Do you ever get that feeling in your chest
An urge to break the silence
An urge to say something
Anything
The urge to communicate

Your thoughts trying to break free
Of the endless cycle of thinking

The ache is with me constantly
But I have very few outlets
My spoken words are strange
My writing good, but only with many revisions
My deepest thoughts incomprehensible to no one but myself

My deepest thoughts strain the hardest
For freedom
And it’s painful

I want my thoughts to be heard
Or read, in this case
I want people to know what I’m feeling
I want people to know my ideas

But I’m afraid of appearing weak
Or wrong
Or stupid

I’m afraid people won’t accept my flaws
My quirks
My opinions

Why can’t we all just accept each other?

whats the point
why capitalize
or use punctuation
why put in the effort
no one will read this
ill remain alone
my thoughts unheard
for im an introvert

Except I automatically write correctly
My mother is a professional writer
And she gave me her instincts

So I guess I might as well

And you never know when your thoughts might one day
Be finally freed

People say you have to talk to others
And sometimes they’re right
Communication keeps us alive

But it’s okay to not want to talk all the time
It’s okay to want to be alone
To want to read a book
Or walk in circles
Or write poetry

The world needs to learn this

There are many types of introverts

Some truly like to be alone
People drain their energy
And clog their mind
So they stay away from others

Some like having friends
But in smaller groups
They spend time with people
But only certain people

Some people are forced introverts
They have difficulty communicating
Or other people don’t like them
So they remain alone
Even if they don’t want to be

I’m all of these
And it’s hard