Do you understand what it's like to be an introverted human being, being forced to revel in the public eye when much more suited for fleeing up into the mountains or off into the secluded wood where no one wants to hang around to keep me from going home when I should? This public eye is so fascinated with the complexity of my presence staring at me constantly, watching how I live with effervescence but it becomes tiring to continue to keep everyone dancing on air me being more of an interior designer it drains on me to be out there to be the mystery, the puzzle, the happy-go-luckiest one around, the one to fall flat in love with a smile that'll never let 'em down all the names, faces, stories...yeah- I'm deeply introverted and won't ever admit it I sit and watch them try to figure me out knowing they'll never get it. |