Being Introverted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering pathways of shyness, wondering how it came about
and lasted this far into adulthood.

Always having wanted to be out going and the life of the
party like my Mom, yet I am an introvert and that desire
goes unsung within.

Tending to writing, music and art instead, the fortes that
I know and practice daily, things I am most comfortable with,
when being alone.

Knowing that I can talk with anyone, anytime, one on one, in
groups however, I am toast and cannot get past the shyness of
childhood.

Constantly trying to, but not really wanting to that much.