The Introvert

Maybe I am quirky, please let me be

Crowds tend to scare me, please hear my plea

The island of misfit toys may be where I belong

Happily I’ll go there, if you think I am wrong

To stay by myself, wrapped in my cocoon-

Don’t worry about me, solitude is a boon

Within the profound depths of my mind,

When the clamor of crowds I have left behind

I find the elixir, the spring that sustains

My creative expression, that soothes all my pains

I like to think, daydream, and wonder

On life and its vagaries, I like to ponder

When you talk to me, the snapshot you see

Is the tip of the iceberg that is yours truly

But let me absolve you of your misconception

I don’t hate people, I just have no predilection

To make small talk, laugh or garrulous be

Admirable are those qualities, but that’s just not me…

I am neither lonely, nor depressed, when alone

The best form of company for me is my own..

Comfortable in solitude, I would much rather be

True to myself, than be miserable pretending to be

Gregarious, when all I think of in a party

Is how soon I can leave, and enjoy being solitary!