Poetry of thought

Introvert

You look at me now
You wouldn't guess.

My quiet outward stance
Was one loud and embellished.

Running through streets
And screaming down halls.

Is all silent sitting
And eyes to the floor now.

Maybe you could remember
How I used to be.

Jumping between circles
And friend groups.

I'd like to think
It was a moderate popularity.

I used to be...
I was...

I was...

And now..

What happened?
Someone might ask, once they knew.

I wish I didn't have an answer.
Its simple, really.

You could chock it up to depression.
But that's not quite it.

See, when there was a new kid,
People used to swarm them.

Get their vote in the popularity election.
But not there.

No, no one came for what I had to offer.
No one wanted me.

I was prepared to give out my contact
And no one came to receive it.

And so I receeded.
The beginning of my doubts.

I felt I had become self centered.
Though that wasn't the case.

But this doubt,
Tore out my extrovert nature

It ripped me apart
And I became something else.

There are spurts.
Where who I used to be comes out.

In my music. With real friends.
Meeting someone new.

But it's almost all gone now.
And I won't be able to find it.

This place.
Took what I had and made it the opposite.

This place ruined me.
And I'll be glad to leave it.