In this world, there were two.
Introverts and extroverts.
One leaves its door wide open, is talkative and fun.
The other has four walls, their mouth and door, they keep it shut.
Extroverts are fun to be with,
You won't ever feel alone.
Introverts are hard to tell,
Its like trying so hard to open a single shell.
To be frank, extroverts were lonely,
They feed their loneliness by talking and being funny.
Introverts were lonely as well,
but they had true friends who made them feel less like prisoners in a cell.
Don't mean to trigger you but my words are usually unheard and I'm sorry if it rings any bells.
Deep down, I'm also hiding things I don't dare to tell.
- 09.02.2020 -
YOU ARE READING
The Chaos In My Mind
PoésieTo everyone wondering what the hell is happening in my head. All these poems were written after i remembered, Remembered the pain I've been through, Reminded of how cruel this world was, Thinking I needed to let it out. I was once a little girl...
