Standing alone, waiting to be found
Amidst all the happy faces around

They seem to be filled with joy
They seem to be free
It makes me wonder
Is there something wrong with me?

They capture their life
In the pink and yellow apps
They call them stories
They call them snaps

And so I try to blend in
I try to be loud
Because there's the thought
That I'm missing out

Some say I'm boring
Some say I'm too silent
But how do I tell them
My mind is inside its own Island

They say you must socialize
Or else you can't win
In this vigorous world
You'll be left without a thing

"Definitely an introvert"
That's the word they have for me
"He doesn't like people"
They think I hate their company

But I want to make friends too
With all the wonderful people around
But if there's a huge crowd
I often feel drowned

I like to enjoy the company
Of a few people at a time
In a peaceful place without the crowd
Like the silence of a mime

And so I'm standing alone, waiting to be found
Amidst all the happy faces around

© arpan