Poems of an Introvert

Weirdos

I talk to myself when no one is there.

I comb my teeth and floss my hair.

I make up strange songs, out of thin air.

I sing and I hum though no one will listen,

I play with the reindeer (My favorite is Blitzen.)

I do all of these things though no one will care,

Aren't there weirdos, everywhere?