Crumpled on the ground,
With the wind rushing in my ears,
There is not a sound
Except for my tears.
There are People everywhere,
Laughing and joyful,
But I do not feel love or care
even though I'm completely full.
Everyone is normal
Happy and free
There's everyone...
Then there's me.
I am different and awkward
Quiet and shy
People don't talk to me
They don't even try.
Not a care in the world
Some people have
Everything is perfect
And nothing is sad.
I am not one of these people
I long for touch
At the same time, even if you tap me,
It could be too much.
I am an introvert
grumpy and proud
Some people are sociable
Some people are loud
I am not one of these people.
(Original)
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