The Introvert

I don't speak much but that doesn't mean I don't feel,

Often I fight many a battle within even if I appear still,

This world just talks too much, they hardly gave me a chance to speak,

At first, they smile, then they laugh at and finally write me off as timid and weak.

I don't feel okay the way they look at me

The sight of self-humiliation in front of them is too bitter for me to see,

But I have learnt to believe myself when they doubt,

I have learnt to remain silent and work when they shout.

I have learnt to live life and I have my dreams,

My hands are now strong and I don't look upto their whims,

Each day, I see, I feel my dream coming closer and closer,

I pray silently for that day to come when I shall be the winner and their ego the loser.

They say I am an introvert. I speak less but I know I feel a lot more.

It's just that I don't know what to speak other wise the world would have heard me roar.