Dress up, small talk, smile pleasantly,
Sea of faces, people you hardly ever meet
Smirk and tell me I've changed so much,
Well, of course. You never bothered to keep in touch.
As an introvert,
it's actually exhausting for me.
All I want to do is run away
back to my lonely room,
I don't hate people,
I just can't keep up with the small talk.
A seperate bubble
segregates me, detached from the world of social pleasantries.
I am not shy or diffident,
I am just an introvert, comfortable with my inner environment.
What I have thought over and over in my head, what I have put into words in my little pocket diary, what is simple and crystal clear to me in solitude; totally gets muddled up in social situations.
Solitude is my peace. I take time to get comfortable around someone.
-Hello there.
-How are you?
-Nice. I left my phone in my room. I'll go get it.
(hurries by)
Mum: Are you hiding? They won't bite you, you know?
(sigh)
Introvert in an extroverted world. I get lectures on depression, public speaking, "confidence-boosters" etcetera.