The introvert
Emulates the desires
Of the extrovert
An inward vision of a life self contained
Played out on the fields
Of the self confessed social terrorist
Look at me
Look at what I can do
My clothes my attitude
They are just like you
I must be known
For all that is so nonchalantly grown
Leave me be
Leave me here all alone

I have an idea
It fills some with fear
I strive , I toil
I never give in
To be so proud
And never need
To broadcast my life so loud
To take no photos and write no text
Frightening I know
That a total immersion into
A world of a different version
Does not compute
Does not resonate across the masses
It's where we should be, full of life and free
Not chained to an image of constant correction
Fighting each and every
Introverted imperfection