Introvert

People chip and tear at my cocoon of peace.

Sometimes I need to simply sit alone and mend it

Then enjoy its protection

and swim alone in its depths.

 

There are few things

I gladly let tear away at my shell

leaving me emotionally bare.

 

 

But on stage

in a large theater,

an imaginary force

lets me be anything.

Until I disappear

behind the enormous, cloaking, comforting curtains.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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