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.

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