Who Am I?
I am an introvert.
Hiding under my covers,
Long after the sun has risen.
Creeping forward slowly,
Pressed against the wall.
I am an introvert as I
run, dance with my own monsters
And sing in the shower.
Struggle through journal entries
For a class I kinda like.
I am an introvert.
I am an extrovert.
Being a class clown
Making fun of my own learning disability.
I am an extrovert as I mock my dyslexia.
I am an extrovert as I mesh in conversation,
Like I was there all along.
I weave my words as daggers,
I have a shield that can't be pierced.
I am a chameleon.
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