BEING INTROVERTED :
Loneliness is a drug,
You never know you wanted it,
Untill you used to it
Before, you never thought of
The sweetness scrolling in solitude
A thing way too addictive -- to leave
Before, you never dreamt of
An INTROVERT, well now you're one,
Loving to be surrounded by no one
But , by silence -- half
Filled with your flying thoughts
Grab you into empty huts
Before , an hour being alone is trough
Oh what a shift !
Now its a gift you wish
Yet yes, i do agree the fact of
A deep converse with a chosen friend -- is dear
But random talks and walks all round at times -- hard to bear
Being alone is not a madness
Nor one's fate
Merely its a wish..
~ Mercy
