The True Introvert

The Mask I Wear

I pretend to be an extrovert.
But really, I’m an introvert.
I smile and nod and engage in conversation.
But my mind is longing for isolation.

Behind the Practised Smile

I mask my true feelings with a facade.
Hiding behind a smile, it’s a charade.
I yearn for peace and quiet, a moment alone.
But I’m afraid to let my true self be shown.

When the World Grows Loud

The loud noises and crowded spaces
Drain my energy, leaving no traces!
Of the person I truly am inside
Seeking solitude, a place to hide

Where My Quiet Lives

I may appear outgoing and bold.
But deep down, I am a quiet soul.
I thrive in solitude, with my thoughts to mend.
For that is where my true self, I befriend.

The Quiet Dreamer Beneath

So don’t be fooled by my outgoing demeanour.
Underneath it all, I am a quiet dreamer.
I may pretend to be an extrovert.
But really, I’m an introvert.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)