Introvert

“Introvert” was the word that was often used

To describe my life and to describe my views.

They called me “quiet," “a good listener”

My silence had made me a prisoner.

I hated loud noises and party scenes

I always avoided them, by all means.

Because the loud music made my head hurt,

With the flashing lights and the concerts,

I think they thought I was barely human.

Who doesn’t like all of that noise looming?

“How can someone love anything,” they asked

“if it doesn’t match partiers amassed?”

But they failed to look at the part of me

that said “I do love things, just not parties.”

They ignored it. They’d rather label me

As an introvert, as a nobody.

What they did not know, what they could not know

was that in my silence, thoughts began to grow

They grew until they almost burst out, but

I held them close, didn’t let them escape my mouth.

Until one day, when parties finally

fried the last of the partier’s brain, entirely.

Today I said what I was thinking about.

All of those thoughts started flowing out;

And before I knew what was happening,

My mind had started to spread its wings,

The wings that had been growing too wide

And no longer held desire to hide.

They listened to me, now. Tables have turned.

If they had only taken time to think
Their chance wouldn’t have been gone in a blink;

Their chance to speak and change the world

Their chance to stop and fix the record

So, today the introvert changes the world.

Today the introvert is no longer unheard.