Little Do They Know
The world is loud, society is, well, social.
“You’re so quiet and shy.” the public would say.
Little do they know, I am different in a unique kind of way.
My voice is louder in my head.
Rather than speaking my mind, my tongue is left in knots.
Little do they know, I am really a thinker full of thoughts.
I have a sixth sense, unlike others.
I feel a sense of insight, a feeling of what is right and wrong.
Little do they know, I am intuitive, it is what keeps me strong.
My heart understands people and their stories.
Empathy and compassion are my middle names, emotions are never concealing.
Little do they know, I am weighted toward my true feeling.
Predictability gives me control of my life.
I have an order of activities that I do, planned ahead of time.
Little do they know, I am judging, so I stay in my highest prime.
Myer-Briggs tested the true me.
We fit one of the 16 personality types, each special in their own way.
Little do they know, I am the rarest kind, I am an INFJ.
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