Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

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Riddle, Riddle, who's able?
The answer you know,
But in confusion your tale is hidden.
Ready or Not, here's your question.
Think carefully before your choice is chosen.
Who knew editing could be so brutal?
Constantly putting my thoughts on my lips before filtering.
Relinquishing my voice from voicing;
Withholding words on my tongue.
For millennium reasons my mind cannot say,
My brain chooses not to express my thoughts.
Counting words on my teeth,
Carefully patterned distribution of my vocabulary.
Don't say, Don't tell, Don't let them know.
My conscience, constantly stalking me;
Don't hurt them.
My brain, oppressing over me;
There's no need to say.
The constant Struggle, has become irrelevant;
A default setting my head hardly notice.
Inferiority complex? Shy?
No!
What is it? Say something!
I'm trying, can't you see?
It's become impossible for me.
With a smile on my face, I say nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
So I'm writing down my thoughts in words,
To explain to you, the answer to this riddle.
I'm only Introverted,
By my thoughts.