Poems of the (not-so) Heartless

Consider Me Once More

I consider myself a nemophilist.

A haunter of the forests,

marveling at the hushed earth,

flora and fauna working together,

harmoniously.

My heart and soul reside

within the peace.

I consider myself an introvert.

A watcher,

someone who never likes the pressure of a crowd.

I may have my ring of friends,

but i wish to fall away again.

Teachers and parents demand of me,

"Socialize! Talk to each other!"

I ask why,

for people slow me down.

If I wish to know something,

I'll ask.

If not,

let me be!

I've considered,

I've discussed,

I've decided.

I will speak,

and maybe even make new friends,

but do not expect me to stay.

I'm like a bungee cord,

I will snap back.

I will be in the woods,

I will be gone.

Again.