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As far as I remember, I’ve always been shy. I never could directly look people in the eye. “What am I so afraid of?” I sit and wonder. Maybe it’s because my self esteem is so far under.
They say getting out of your shell cheers you up. They say it's good for you. But I don't know. What if I’m not a turtle. I'm a roly poly.
Parties aren't my thing. There's something about big crowds That makes me shut down. I'm uncomfortable. Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table. Everyone's closing in. I can't even think.
Introvert. The person who needs alone time to feel best energized. Extrovert. The person who needs time with others to feel best energized. Ambivert.
I am so afraid to fail I’d rather put myself in a box Locked away with no spare key I mean, If I never make a mistake No one can look down on me If I never put myself on front street
I am not lonely when I’m alone For my music soothes my soul I soak in the silence Until it overflows In every pore of my being
Beside me ever perilous Stands a figure clear The wake of every morning Is outshadowed by him near He talks of nothing personal
A swirling pool of restless thoughts swim beneath the surface, Walking down a low lit path, I’m looking for my purpose,
Books put together a powerful message You can find words that make you sound impressive
In the chthonian cacophony of this Fast-paced world, that never stops, never halts Always turns, always runs, Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
Invisibility comes with secrets Kept hidden away from publicity They cannot be exposed, because of bets That friends will see it with simplicity
Spinning and toiling with the thought that life is funny, how you can be so stable and have the ground ripped out from underneath. At least I have a home and job, at least I am not in the streets,
I don’t talk a lot At first And I hope that that’s okay But once I know your warmth And feel safe letting words escape When I know they and I don’t annoy you Then I’ll tell you
I am an introvert No I’m not a creepy psychopath Who watches people from my upstairs bedroom window I attend events Sometimes
I wore my lies like a second skin could'nt cover my eyes as i burned from within i was never really wise an cowardess wasn't really my thing i could never stop the sighs
How beautiful it is To live everyday breathing the warm/cold air of mother nature I find it fascinating how we simply are living. Look at those trees; so tall ,with many years
I. January Do you want to know what it’s like to be introverted? Imagine you are at a pool; music playing, people laughing You splash your way around, treading on the tips of your toes Floating
In 2015 I was too shy and lonely to even speak Wanted to turn so many words down, but I was too weak A year ago, was hurt with words, vision blurred Mind and body stirred
A crowd of wandering people Small talk and small smiles Surrounded by others with no intention of paying attention This is not for me A coffee shop with quiet music Dark roast, creamer, sugar
Please leave me alone, To dream of life before this one. To wander off onto a cloud unknown, Bu no other soul other than me. Make-believe, drives me free, Off atop the sunken territory.
Where is my mouth? I imagine it flying around on it's own and taking things it should let alone and liking it. Honestly I have always been an introvert My spirit floats when yours might soar but still rises just as high
Stranded on an island... I am alone. In an osasis I find some peace, I am alone. In the dark night without heat... I am alone. Wading in the blue lagoon under the hot sun, I am alone.
My heart and mind are at war Shall I say it? Shall I be true? Reason governs my every thought Think it through, Think it through
*/ /*-->*/ People chip and tear at my cocoon of peace.
When I was a child, energetic and happy, outside, I would play with pals, underneath the trees as they shed their leaves and reach our tiny nose as we sleep under them.
I stand alone
(in honor of Sophia Dembling) Introversion is often treated as the space where extroversion is not
I hide where everyone can see But the harsh lights blind them And I would hope I do too. Glittering. Who is she? I hide at center stage Where the words that couldn’t Wouldn’t
Woken up by morning light,
Quiet, I sit and take in the world, spinning in drifts -- golden flecks of ash— a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
I try to speak And my words Are trampled down before they’ve left my mouth. I try to speak But it’s like The most important words are the most loud. And they wonder why I’m quiet?
“Stop being so shy.”
If people only realized this is as loud as I can be I won't bray like a donkey just so you can hear me. Just because I'm not boisterous and annoying Dosen't mean I'm also always boring.
Dear Social High Schoolers of America,
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice. The things in my life I don't have a choice. Others try to give encouragement and advice, but how do I know the truths from lies?
If this plae is a country, Then I am an emigrant
Introvert a beauty with love... A love but concealed, It's safe in heart unexposed, Never reveal what is loved, Adorn and dream all the time, Heart and soul is full of love,
Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly, Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone. All these titles all these labels
Props and patterns, It's all up to you. How do you choose to feel today? You see, Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks; Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
A catharsis exuded alongside pencil and paper. Not always compliant
RLRR LRLL In a hall of thousands
No one sees me now I have always been here A hollow dark soul but still here... Once I come from the light I hope to understand to feel So selfish and callous These viable heartless feelings
Skin, bones, blood, flesh A body Inside, a mind that’s loving and kind A girl who just wants to reach out and connect Thoughts, feelings, emotions, memories All anxious to be shared
As a warm - hearted introvert, I feel as though I need to convert, from always feeling humility to a personality of audacity. I feel trapped inside a freezing box, with multiple steal locks.
They call her adorable, They do not know that she finds it deplorable, Because outside she may be a mouse, But inside she roars like a lion. In times of desperation she will find release,
emotions dance so deep within my chestthey can't reach outside my fleshand you can't see these passion-soakedterrid dreams that my blood weeps.
There are worse things than not talking You can say something wrong you're stupid leave
Who's right? Who's wrong? We'll see in time the lyrical meaning of this song. Pissed off, confound. I'll show you who's getting hurt this time around.
I have big dreams and goals for someone as quiet as I am, No one really believes in me, But can I really blame them? I've been an introvert most of my life,
Human; my thoughts are lost in a void of too many voices My soul’s deepest cry is clouded by a child’s tantrum I am a mute in a world built upon thunderous noises As a human, I’m slowly dispelling into oblivion
Sitting in a corner I hug my knees rocking back and forth as the walls close in on me. Four corners, four walls, they have been my home for an eternity. Every day I wait and hope for the day when the doors fly wide open.
Silent. Observant. These describe me. I watch people as they talk to their friends. They share stories, experiences, and I I listen not eavesdropping
i am an introvert a social retard unable to act human around even the closest to me. what comes with these handycaps these countless curses sorrowfull setbacks is my words
I desperately Need to be alone To function correctly Release me of your presence Only for a little while and then return Veer close to me but not too much Everytime some one gets close
I am quiet because I chose to be No I do not have an attitude No, I am not having a bad day Well maybe I am, but what’s it to you? So you can say, “She seems aggravated?”
Lonely, I can't remember reading the definition. An emotion that I,I've felt in constant repetition. My defense mechanism fits the repulsed credentials of the God above.
In a classroom of extroverts, A classroom full of loud, brazen, outspoken thinkers, There was a quiet girl in the class, Keeping to herself. She didn’t talk much, as she was quite shy,
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
I’m not charismatic Beautiful
for love, for hate, for the broken-hearted... for your tears, for your fears, for all you've ever wanted but could not win for the man you are but cannot really show for the woman you pretend to be
This no-man’s land, It’s habit now; You drink it in, You take a bow. Posturing silence A word then a pause; Applause!
Curled up on an armchair My fingers stained with ink or lead Shaking hands and too many tears shed I've never been able to get this anxiety under control The slightest slip up and I feel completely alone
A quiet world of constant sound, Thoughts drift on for miles. A single place where she can be found, And mysteriously, she smiles
Dark galore The minute my hands shut the door Blank music sheets spread on the floor Spiderwebs on the stairs