They are always Watching Society’s police Setting norms No one can reach But spend a lifetime Trying to Conform to. They are always watching and No one stops to consider If in fact, they Are just returning The glance.
We are happy to chirrup with the others but would the peacocks dance with us? Our coats not exotic but shabby and plain And we like being in places close to our nests We love the sky and to breathe the clean air But do not aspire to go where eagles dare Do not pity us, oh great birds of pride Our songs are sweeter- never mind our size For vanity and attention is not why they are sung But to plug the holes you skewered in our hearts
This piece is very close to me. Because between the lines it tells my story. They say I'm alone. But they don't know. I'm a sparrow.
I was an extrovert Before I unraveled the mystery behind the sugar dipped smiles Before I analysed the well spoken lies; Before i discovered the hypocrisy of a good gesture Before I learnt about the phony luxuries pleasures; Before I heard the tale of overrated love Before I saw the laugh devilishly hiding the hurt; Before I noticed the dishonesty of scared friendships Before I pictured the fate of shallow relationships. I was an extrovert! For I believed in expressed words! For I never felt The calm peace experienced by an introvert.