Bigger And Better
"Look at you, just sitting there
Say nothing do nothing
What's wrong?"
What's wrong?
I'm an introvert
In an extrovert's world.
No time to me
No time to be free
Of mind of body.
My mind is my temple
An escape
A paradise of seclusion.
To others
A hideout
a fortress of exclusion.
I must be bigger
I must be better
Can't stay on sides of crowds.
Fabricate the strength
Fabricate the smile
Fabricate the conversation
Do anything to be an extrovert
My kind is looked down upon
A lone consciousness in a hive-mind world.
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