Secrets of an Introvert

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel blue
It's the colour of the sky
It's the colour of the sea
But most of all
It's the colour of sadness
And sometimes it lives within me

It lies there unnoticed
By everyone except myself
Unless I want it to be traced
But most of the time
That's really not the case

Sometimes I feel red
It's the colour of fire
It's the colour of poppies
But most of all
It's the colour of anger
And sometimes it lives within me

It's the hardest to control
Who knows how I might react
When that little button is pressed
So most of the time
I keep that little emotion deeply suppressed

Sometimes I feel green
It's the colour of limes
It's the colour of trees
But most of all
It's the colour of envy
And sometimes it lives within me

Jealousy rears it's ugly head
When everyone seems so much better off
I always get asked if I have a plan
So most of the time
I fake all too well that I don't really give a damn

Sometimes I feel purple
It's the colour of amethyst
It's the colour of cherries
But most of all
It's the colour of secrecy
And sometimes it lives within me

Expressing my feelings is hard
Showing them can make me feel uncomfortable
As I am the centre of attention
So most of the time
I don't allow them the slightest of mentions

Sometimes I feel pink
It's the colour of flamingoes
It's the colour of lilies
But most of all
It's the colour of love
And sometimes it lives within me

My family and friends are the most important people to me
Yet sometimes I can't help but wonder
Will I ever meet the so-called one?
So most of the time
I believe that life for me, there is none

Sometimes I feel black
It's the colour of bats
It's the colour of coffee beans
But most of all
It's the colour of mourning
And sometimes it lives within me

Two years gone now
Since she left this world
The reality is still hard to process
So most of the time
I let the memory stay suppressed

Sometimes I feel white
It's the colour of ice
It's the colour of daisies
But most of all
It's the colour of caution
And sometimes it lives within me

Too scared to go anywhere alone
Or do things by myself
It's a fear of the unknown
So most of the time
I keep to my homely zone

Sometimes I feel grey
It's the colour of ash
It's the colour of concrete
But most of all
It's the colour of emptiness
And sometimes it lives within me

Still unlucky in love
Never had any experience there
I can't even imagine the one actually exists for me
So most of the time
I don't let the disbelief and anguish be seen

Sometimes I feel brown
It's the colour of chocolate
It's the colour of coffee
But most of all
It's the colour of isolation
And sometimes it lives within me

It's easy to feel lonely
Even when surrounded by a sea people
I fade into the outside
So most of the time
When it come to being sociable, I wish I'd never tried

Sometimes I feel yellow
It's the colour of the sun
It's the colour of cheese
But most of all
It's the colour of happiness
And sometimes it lives within me

Despite the ups and down
There are always some good memories
Darkness may set on me its sights
So most of the time
I just need to remember to turn on the lights

Sometimes I feel orange
It's the colour of pumpkins
It's the colour of autumn leaves
But most of all
It's the colour of the introvert
And always it lives within me

It's hard to be sociable in large groups or crowds
On my closest friends
I will always lean
So most of the time
I hold myself back from being seen

Feeling them individually
Or even all at once
It's hard to keep my emotions in check
They can certainly make my life tricky
So all of the time
I have to accept they will always live within me