Introverted
In a room filled with different stories
(Romantic, monotonous or complicated histories),
Laughs are heard, smiles are seen
Dreams are felt, a place I do not want to be in.
I know I am alone in this entangled crowd
And I am scared they will find my extroverted facade to be fraud.
But, when I sense the love and friendship around me,
I crave for someone, whose first priority I shall be.
Still, I will not answer to a hand stretched towards me.
I do not want to risk my hopes getting crushed, ruthlessly.
Let the pristine dream not be tarnished by reality.
I will be an introvert, living the dream within me.
Posted Mar 22, 2021, 1:08 PM UTC
I was easily transported to my room. A comfortable safe space with all the locks and barricades around me. Keeping me safe from the world yet a prisoner of myself. Scared to prick a finger, yet willing to starve to death.
I like how my imagination worked from the first line to the last. It's like a motion picture.