An Introvert's Voice


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1 min, 179 words

Categories: Poetry

Go outside and get some air, Mom told
she thinks, I'm depressed,
I should meet new people
talk to them, chill with them.

How do I tell her that
initiating conversation is a hard stuff for me,
I'm afraid, I might say something wrong
I feel secure while expressing myself on pages.

Mom doesn’t know, that I’m always lost
in my incredible imaginations,
I don't want to be recognized socially
but a little gesture of me existing would work.

Although I like to
open up to my close ones,
They are few, who makes me speak
They're the ones who never judge me.

However, I shut down my laptop
changed clothes, took my earphones,
And started walking fast
trying best to avoid eye contacts.

An Introvert's Voice