Whirring thoughts
Busy mind
Imagination
New ideas to find.
Quiet times
Loud times too
Picky with company
Means I cherish you.
Barriers will fall
Patience is key
I leave my shell
And truly be me.
I am who I am
Quirky till the end
Introvert girl
Immature friend.
Some think me distant
Aloof, even rude
Untrue and false
I’m not in a mood.
Unique and myself
Perfectly me
Those who look closer
Are the ones who’ll see.
Judge at your peril
The introvert crowd
We are what we are
Reflective and proud.
This is fantastic! I can totally relate, love it!
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Thank you so much!! 😁
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