The world of introverts

We wear our chaos on the inside where no one can see it

The mind is often tongue-tied and we cannot free it

In a world where everyone is overexposed we maintain mystery

When it comes to being selectively social we have a history

 

Exuberance of extroverts is never quizzed we must clarify why we are quiet

Remember with the people we are comfortable with we can be a riot

We keep failing at small talk give us deep conversations instead

If overthinking situations burned calories we would all be dead

 

We thoroughly enjoy minding our own business

A quiet nook in an empty bookstore is enough ‘busyness’

Rainy days and cancelled plans are welcome anytime

Handpicked people make us happy yet solitude is sublime

 

The world of introverts is complicated the rest can’t comprehend

For the things that ignite our passion backwards we can bend

Like snails receding into their shells at the slightest touch

We stay hidden from public view and cannot be seen much