I am an introvert, recharged by alone time.
Overwhelmed by social stimulation.
There must be something wrong with me, right?
At least that’s the message I heard.
A society built by the outgoing.
Why am I not outgoing?
Why is simple small talk a problem?
I wish I knew.
Socializing is often stressful.
Sweat trickles down my back.
Even after rehearsing I stumble with words.
That’s right I rehearse conversations.
What, you don’t?
I feel stupid.
If only I was less “shy,”
Just break out of my shell.
But it’s not easy.
If you’re me.
To be sensitive, defensive,
But in a different way than one may think.
Selfish with my innermost feelings.
For without protection they aren’t safe.
From fear of judgment, fear of loneliness,
Fear of fear.
Fear of hate.