As an introvert I ask you to stand up
You always hate when people are around.
With that specific one that understands you
You shut the hell up and sit right down.
Always talking about how I am
Disrespecting the ones close me.
The person that is being disrespected
The blind man in the mirror can’t see.
Egg shells conveniently being avoided
Voices saying I’m being led astray.
Consistent doubt always being casted
Wondering why do I love this way.
Words will always mean something
I pulled up a chair to listen carefully.
I always knew how I felt about this
Wishing it was always you and me.
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