[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Extroversion

Always looking up
Into the big, blue sky
Surrounded by a bustle
Your steps stride high

They gaze at you with fevering envy
With noses peeking out of books
Hidden by the words they live by
Why do they give you these looks?

You with the grandeur-filled stride
Looking up, at that sky
People surround you, you immerse in your high
Others recharge you, make you fly

Extroversion seeps from your every pore
But the light of the sky is blinding
Be careful looking at the sky for so long
You don't want to trip, truly go flying

When someone sits on a cloud
They may fall, and they will fall hard
Your extroversion is a blessing
But remember to play your cards

Yes, I am an extrovert
No, I am not shallow
I am not stupid, I am not blind
I am perfectly unhollow