Appears to be choice.
However, humans are creatures
Of habit, and a routine
Shyness can stop
A person from living
In this world.
Disconnected - society
An ocean, and I
Do not know how to swim.
I sit on the sand,
Peering out at the beauty,
Life flourishes and relationships
Bloom... I stagnate in
My loneliness. How will
I grow in my introverted ways?
The box is sealed, and I
Can't breathe. I often
Dream of other paths,
Green with flowers,
Water Flowing free,
Light of day...
I sit in darkness
Fearing the bitterness
The future holds.
Outside is dangerous,
And I am self sufficient
In my hiding,
Learning how to
Dream in color
Vivid and real
Though I live
In black and white.
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