Introvert Poem by Astra N.

I'm not ordinary
I'm not special either
Just an odd blend of human
With a touch too much quiet
For most to feel comfortable around

And most make me uncomfortable
Too loud, too demanding
Wanting things I can't give
And when I try
It costs too much

There is no satisfaction
Just weariness and unease
That I will be asked
And will have to answer
Will have to play along
In a game I don't understand

Because being loud is good
And being quiet is not

But they're wrong

Because just as noise can be meaningless
Silence can be meaningful

Silence gives me strength
It clears space around me
Space to breathe
Space to think
To be myself

Silence is my strength

It means I don't need an audience
To be complete