4/18/2019
When I feel like hanging out,
Everyone is out and about.
But when I need to get away,
They all seem to want to stay.
God bless my introversion,
Because the other way is confusion.
I dislike the way I am,
Don’t compare me to a clam!
You’ve got me wrong,
Though at times I look strong;
Inside, I’m contorted into a wince,
Praying constantly for more competence.
At the end of a long day of stress,
I sit and mull it over – attempt progress.
I wonder why I am so put-down,
Feels like I’m on the edge of breakdown.
Then I think of the days previous,
Everything becomes obvious.
I need breaks from people,
That’s always been the principle.
In the moment, it’s easy to slip up,
And think I can do this ’til sunup.
But I am weak when it all comes,
I quickly forget my problems.
I have unlimited limitations,
It’s hard to turn down invitations.
People can’t expect much from me,
But I can’t just blame my anatomy.
It seems a daily and vicious cycle
Splurge and crash, it’s becoming critical.
Balance doesn’t seem practical,
Why am I so hypocritical?
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
4/18/2019
When I feel like hanging out,
Everyone is out and about.
But when I need to get away,
They all seem to want to stay.
God bless my introversion,
Because the other way is confusion.
I dislike the way I am,
Don’t compare me to a clam!
You’ve got me wrong,
Though at times I look strong;
Inside, I’m contorted into a wince,
Praying constantly for more competence.
At the end of a long day of stress,
I sit and mull it over – attempt progress.
I wonder why I am so put-down,
Feels like I’m on the edge of breakdown.
Then I think of the days previous,
Everything becomes obvious.
I need breaks from people,
That’s always been the principle.
In the moment, it’s easy to slip up,
And think I can do this ’til sunup.
But I am weak when it all comes,
I quickly forget my problems.
I have unlimited limitations,
It’s hard to turn down invitations.
People can’t expect much from me,
But I can’t just blame my anatomy.
It seems a daily and vicious cycle
Splurge and crash, it’s becoming critical.
Balance doesn’t seem practical,
Why am I so hypocritical?
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