That Introvert with a Broken Cage

I’m weird, how I avoid being seen

But can’t bear the loneliness

How hard I try not to talk to them

But can’t endure the silence

Every time I decide to face the world as a warrior

You are more than glad to be the barrier

Every time I view myself as socially suited

You prove me wrong, telling me “I’m deep-rooted”

I enjoy the connection

but in them I find no peace,

it chased me earlier back

when my small hands

gave my mother’s a squeeze

I’m too eager to hear the silence

they offer talking when their closed lips

keep me guessing

The things I wear, the way I talk and walk

are they appealing, or am I messing?

Or do they lack guidance?

Excuse my fear of not having an audience

living alone is unbearable

if your company could offer somewhere warmer

then I will be your daily performer

And that’s how it keeps talking

whenever I’m seen

whenever I’m walking

It became my only company

guess she is the one being lonely

I’m the one she can manipulate

I’m her one and only

surrounding me more and more

for her own warmth

Leaving me in reality,

that’s for me to be called

A cold night that’s torturing

for a man who can’t bear to see the sun

your cage is weird!

But you are having most of the fun

leaving me as that man in a burial scene

watching the dead engulfed by their grave

but can’t relate with grief

watching their loved ones broken hearts

pumping more tears out of their eyes

And mine?

Neither alone nor broken

Neither alive, nobody cares if I’m talking!

leaving me as a runaway

forced within the camera frame

that can’t relate to the scene

You bastard!

left me eager to be noticed

but fear their eyes

leaving me a tortured man in disguise!