INTROVERTED

 By: Mrs. Bee Cee

Despondency for others, are when they're alone,

discouraged and things are fuzzy.

When life becomes tedious, 

uneventful or without variety.

I didn't wish for it though, but yeah,

mainly routinary.

But mostly, I'm swept into a delirium just by seeing the crowd 

and the deafening roar of the city.

The slow dance of recurring hours are tolerable,

Though, sometimes it brings a sense of inner vacancy.

Yes, adventure turns the gray dust into a wildfire. 

Still,  It's comfy being wrapped in the velvet hush of my own company.

To see other people bloom in the company of many,

remains a mystery to me.

Yes, I am carved from a different stone, a distant and detached architecture.

That's the shape of my personality.

Silence maybe a friend to me, but when the world turns quiet and gray, 

others tend to be unhappy.

Stillness may be a bliss and I always find a joy in the brittle song of a leaf.

but for others, a misery.

There is an ache at times trying to learn the choreography of the mob,

yet my heart persists in its own rhythm of solitary.

And the swarm of the masses, oh, he noise, they're suffocating.

Draining all my energy.

So, yes, I may seem despondent to the multitude,

but I am not distress nor unhappy.

I watch the many as if they are a great, unfinished painting, quilted patterns 

and stitches,  and subject in photography.

The glowing sunset, a stir in the breeze, 

blows within me like a surging sea, to keep my spirit free.

But mind you, I am no hater of people, nor do I view 

the presence of a crowd as my enemy.

I just love to do things quietly 

and witness the wild in solitary.

They're convenient, simple

and hassle-free . That's just me so, let me be.

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