Introversion

I used to think; I wanted Isolation,

I wanted Loneliness.

A lie. I realized -

It's not that I wanted it, no

I needed it. And -

Every word,

Every action,

I say - I do

Consumes vasts amounts of social energy, and -

Effort.

It's exhausting. It tires me and I seek to be alone,

To recharge. To recover.

I know now - I should've have then -

I'm being tested. Purposely irritated to the point of exhaustion.

I get it. It's who I am. It's who I'll always be.

An Introvert.

- Perhaps something more? Something else? Something I'm not proud of, but the need to recharge does make the loneliness less hurting.

The End

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