An Open Letter to the Next Person Who Says I'm too Quiet

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Get lost. 
Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks.
I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
than try to talk over the words that spill over your lips like water over Niagara Falls, 
while I sit there and think about how much silence is being wasted 
by the poorly chosen words that you speak. 
Wasted by you repeating yourself again and again and again until........ 
Silence
I take a moment to consider my answer to some question you had asked 
which for you is a moment to long 
because you would rather people be like you and word vomit their answers 
and yes I said word vomit because that is what it sounds like to my ears.
A day later you call me back in to tell me I didn't get the position because 
I'm too quiet. 
I thanked you for your time and was still polite but what I wanted to say was 
fuck off, 
because what you were really saying was I am not good enough 
not because of something I did or because other people were better 
but because of who I am. 
What she was saying is that I need to change myself. 
I have taken chemistry and I know that the only way to truly change something is to burn it.
I refuse to burn for you or anyone else 
because sure it may provide the comfort of heat and light, it won't last forever. 
I will burn out too quickly and you will move on to the next person to destroy 
And I will be nothing more than ash I will hate myself 
because I am not the person I was nor the person they wanted me to be. 
So no I will not destroy myself to become something the world wishes to see. 
I have wasted enough of my time doing so already. 
I am proud to be an introvert. 
While everyone else seems to grow outward I grow inward.
I am not ashamed of that. 
While others fill in the empty space I shrink to give more them more, 
because I would rather focus on filling the empty space of my mind
than the empty space to my side. 
I would rather puzzle through philosophical ideas 
than puzzle through what's supposed to be said in a normal conversation.
I am not ashamed of that. 
I refuse to be ashamed of that.
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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