Myself

I am an Introvert

Embodying endless emotion, 

sensations inside.

Employing always in the disguise ,

Scrutinising constantly the soul,

Don't know why I am mistaken always?

I do secretly want to get invited,

But I always find myself frightened,

Midst of chaos, and commotion

So many people, numerous notion.

I do wonder why I am not the train which will serve at this station?

I have few friends but loneliness is my best,

I always remain,

with my books, 

phone,

notepad,

storylands,

and pen dwelling inside the nest,

In my cocoon.

I often wonder

while sipping tea

Spilling my unheard emotions

On the notepad

while the Zephyr serves my company.

I am mistaken,

rude they think,

and afraid I am!!

afraid of feeling out,

afraid of being deserted,

frightened of pain,

hanging around anger and gloom.

I am neither antisocial nor the anxious ,

but always it happens like that,

My social skills are rusty,

from the bottom to top

bullied and avoided a soul

Which has learnt to live in the dark!

I am the listener,

I am the observer,

But,

I am not the conversation starter

rude they think

and the introverted myself hide from the skin of extroverted

but there someone

I try to find

a soul of Zephyr to understand

to reflect on emotions

to read up and eavesdrop on emotions and the poems of nature,

Dig out the soul

excavate the fragile introverted heart

afraid of others emotions

delirium inside but the calm always

Introvert my heart

Afraid for the people to talk

Maybe I will hurt someone and

will not take sleep while the moon fills its crescent,

I do care what others feel

and sometimes I run from everyone's life

In my nest

Crying endlessly on my notepad

and spilling anger,

 sadness, 

in the hidden sheets.

I am not spineless,

I am just protecting myself from getting hurt again and again by the wolfes under sheep disguise around me

I am myself,

enjoying my own company just like how i want others to enjoy my company !!

By,

Shaina...