A Lone'S World.

"Stop!", I shriek to my head

And the people,

For the noises of question 

Is a chore I can't unriddle.

 

I'm just a pigeon flying,

Wailing, with a fear of getting noticed.

I'm still reaching for a friend,

who'd pick me up when my wings are wet.

 

I'm not afraid of the people

but the sound when they speak.

Darling, my tears are not only what you discern,

There is a steady cry, inside or outside.

 

I am all alone, and 

I am shrunken to core.

And I have a name,"An introvert "

Well, tell me, what do you know?