Introverts
Alone on purpose, and broken inside strong on the surface silently wiping tears aside Lost,lonely minds, protected by walls crowds are unkind yet still standing tall There's nothing to show, no words are spoken but behind closed doors the silence is broken The over-thinkers curse, thoughts in multitude and to make it worse there's solace in solitude Words with pen on paper, flowing smooth and true no foul, no harm, no caper just honest to a few Conversations are seldom, mainly with the closest around only a handful are welcome because trust isn't easily found To wounds of sticks and stones, the introvert never succumbed whether in public or alone always comfortably numb