I'm an introvert born an extrovert, I have the wrong personality.
I'm really outgoing, I act like i'm all-knowing, but I don't want to be.
When I am at home, I sit all alone and then i'm truly happy.
My room, my safe place, were it's just myself and me.
I sit in there, and I could stay in there for hours and hours and hours,
like the main character of a fairy tail, only I want to be locked in these towers.
When I have to be around people, my second more prominent self shines through,
and the funny part is, that everyone thinks that that's the real me, but that's not true.
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Untitled - The story of my life told in poems
PoetryWhy can't this box be left empty? That's the only description to describe me. I guess a sarcastic comment will just have to do. Also I use Syllable Counter ( shorturl.at/pzNS3 ), so if the haiku is wrong don't @me.
