An Introvert...

I wandered slowly,

Through sidewalk cracks and broken pavements.

With my head bent in grief,

Finding my own piece of Gethsemane

So that this people would know I exist.

I was a ghost,

To eyes that didn't even care to look.

A boring book,

To minds that didn't even bother to read.

A blank canvas,

To those who didn't even try to understand,

That I was somebody's child.

And All of them only saw me as an empty bottle,

Not knowing I just want to be filled with silence;

A Silence also filled with beautiful symphonies,

Only waiting to be heard.

Well,Everyone shines,

In the right light,Of course!

But the day I began to live in the limelight,

Those aired moments restrained My Next Course.

The backlashes whispering at the back of my mind,

And then I discovered I'm way better off being an introvert.

I am an introvert,

A carapace even I consider a home;

Because it makes me who I am and,

Not because of what you say I am...