Here's To Us

We are the product of egoistic ideals and rejected standards

The ones who’ve witnessed downfalls and repeated mistakes

We are the observers watching in silence

The ones ignored

We are the weeds on a winter flowerbed

Our voices sing softly into the wasted air

But we are the voice in your head

The voice of lost dreams and aspirations

We are the quiet ones

The ones with conundrum playing in our head

We are the few who can see beauty in the beast

The misunderstood

We are the ones who love in secret

The ones who seek deeper connections

We are the ones who live in our minds

The ones who relish in solitude

We are the introverts

Living in an extroverted world

We are the foundation

The workers in the shadows

We are the introverts.

The ones who swim in the deep end.