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A short poem detailing my thoughts on being an introvert in a society built for extroverts.

My energy drains hour by hour.

All these people...

Why won't they go?

Can they not see I don't wish

To chat of inane things with them?

Please, do not question me

On how I am doing 

If you are not prepared to hear 

The complete and honest truth.

Please let me come to you.

Give me the choice.

Do not impose your social needs

Upon me.

Do not take my staying at home

As a sign of someone pathetic.

I just prefer to be alone,

To recharge my own batteries.

Unless around other creatives,

I cannot be inspired with others around.

And so few true creatives exist anymore.

I do not hate you if 

I do not answer your summons.

I simply do not feel my attendance

Would serve a useful purpose

For either of us.

For you, it would be rude

To see me being so cold.

For me, it would be exhausting.

So I will stay at home.

I speak my mind bluntly,

Or else do not speak at all.

Let me listen. Let me think.

Do not let me fill the air

With utter inanities.

Inanity drives me to profanity.

And all around, there is

Nothing of true substance.