Introvert

It’s invasion they might say,

trying to ward me off away.

But here I am knowing my place,

meddling no longer, than a sudden wave.

Strode in tiptoes, mind the breaks and tears,

for they might bleed and they might care.

Frequent courtesy, with a 'hi' and a 'hail'

and a bow of head, with polite addresses in between.

It’s all in my head, I swear,

my own ethics chapter is bookmarked too well.

The chapters forgotten,

the mind a chaos

I swear, if I had my way I would give you a 'hi' and a 'bow'.