Introverted
By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com


Dusty, gray visions of a happiness
Too far away to really hold onto.
Everytime it's in my grasp,
It's swept away too soon.
I can no longer thrive on
The fantasies that I conjure.
The pain I envision, I encompass,
I grow fonder.
And now I've become twisted, introverted,
Hidden in myself.
I cannot allow you in,
Nor anyone else.
I'm sorry for the disappointing
Way I hide away.
But do me a favour, at least try,
Because I really need you to stay.

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