SOMETIMES I RUN OUT OF WORDS TO SAY

SOMETIMES I RUN OUT OF WORDS TO SAY

Sometimes I run out of words to say, I stand there hollow

Embarrassed and uncomfortable in my own  skin

It’s because I feel you are more than I am unconsciously with sorrow

Although I love what I am, who I am, what I will become tomorrow

It might have started when growing up subconsciously I was made to feel

Aware of who I am, aware of who I am supposed to be, even If not real

The misconception of who I should be and respect

Being groomed in a way of constantly having to be perfect

You see me more than I am, I try and be who you see

Maybe between all I am or am supposed to be

The words struggle to pierce through the two of me

For the crowd around me awakens a feel of Disconcert

Not for dislike or purposely wanting to elude

Not for being inadequate or not being able to revert

but because the mind has given me a name, I am an “Introvert”