My introversion is not a flaw.
This quiet nature of mine is not demanding and does not rise to the spotlight.
I am not the one who will make our history grand by winning battles and fighting for rights. Not the one who will write songs or make speeches. This society sees my nature as a shortcoming. The words I am unwilling to speak without careful thought, unlike the rest of the population. The way I hold my body and emotions close is seen as abnormal. I am told to change and become like the rest, to speak the thoughts that run through my head. To keep nothing secret.
But I cannot do all that. I enjoy watching and recording what others do. I love my quietness and ability to savour the silence.
My difference should not be seen as something that will hold me back in life. I speak my mind to those I trust and know will not outcast me for my strange thoughts.
They tell me I’m too shy, that I don’t put myself out there.
I’ve tried to put myself out there, but every time it results in shaky hands, a racing heartbeat, sweat running down my back. I’m tired of reaching out and getting nothing in return. Texts left on read, short answers, ignored.
Who I am is not a flaw, I do not have to conform to who you want me to be. It is not I who has to change. It should be you changing your view on me, this is me. The quiet, the whispers, the stuttering words, the unfinished sentences. The words that won’t come out, the words that don’t make sense, the small smiles, the downcast eyes. I live in my head and dream up solutions. I explore unknown worlds, ideas, songs, books, people you have never met nor seen nor heard.
Apologizing for who I am is like changing the nature of the sea, the wind, the grass, the trees, the whole of the earth.
But cutting me off because of who I am, will not change me so I come running back a new person.
The loss of one person does not cause you to change as you think it will make me change.
Being an introvert is seen as the caterpillar and that once you open up and scream out your words, only then do you become the butterfly.
The rest of the extrovert world does not know this, but introverts become the butterfly when they accept their quiet, when they realize they are whole without believing others speeches of standing on the world’s stage.
With my quiet I could burn the whole world and no one would notice until it’s all ashes.
This quiet nature of mine is not demanding and does not rise to the spotlight.
I am not the one who will make our history grand by winning battles and fighting for rights. Not the one who will write songs or make speeches. This society sees my nature as a shortcoming. The words I am unwilling to speak without careful thought, unlike the rest of the population. The way I hold my body and emotions close is seen as abnormal. I am told to change and become like the rest, to speak the thoughts that run through my head. To keep nothing secret.
But I cannot do all that. I enjoy watching and recording what others do. I love my quietness and ability to savour the silence.
My difference should not be seen as something that will hold me back in life. I speak my mind to those I trust and know will not outcast me for my strange thoughts.
They tell me I’m too shy, that I don’t put myself out there.
I’ve tried to put myself out there, but every time it results in shaky hands, a racing heartbeat, sweat running down my back. I’m tired of reaching out and getting nothing in return. Texts left on read, short answers, ignored.
Who I am is not a flaw, I do not have to conform to who you want me to be. It is not I who has to change. It should be you changing your view on me, this is me. The quiet, the whispers, the stuttering words, the unfinished sentences. The words that won’t come out, the words that don’t make sense, the small smiles, the downcast eyes. I live in my head and dream up solutions. I explore unknown worlds, ideas, songs, books, people you have never met nor seen nor heard.
Apologizing for who I am is like changing the nature of the sea, the wind, the grass, the trees, the whole of the earth.
But cutting me off because of who I am, will not change me so I come running back a new person.
The loss of one person does not cause you to change as you think it will make me change.
Being an introvert is seen as the caterpillar and that once you open up and scream out your words, only then do you become the butterfly.
The rest of the extrovert world does not know this, but introverts become the butterfly when they accept their quiet, when they realize they are whole without believing others speeches of standing on the world’s stage.
With my quiet I could burn the whole world and no one would notice until it’s all ashes.