People called us numerous names, but none fits accurately
We’ve been labelled as anti-social, quiet or shy
But those aren’t what we are, we’re just introverts; naturally
And this sonnet is for everyone, to take a look from our eye
We prefer the quietness over the rowdy crowd
We’d rather stay home and read than go to a gathering
We love to just sit down in a park - watching the cloud
We find people who try to push into our boundaries annoying
People often confuses introversion as a despicable trait
Something to avoid, something bad, something undesirable
Why do people become introverts? Is it plain old fate?
But let me ask you this: is introversion really that terrible?
Have you considered that maybe we’re just hurt?
And introversion is just a way for us to be alert?
|S.R.|
