Eccedentesiast
I'm a quiet person by nature
And often people think of me as strange,
a clumsy, introverted creature
who they wish could for once change.
I might look quiet and calm
but the thoughts spiral I'm trapped in making it feel like a storm,
I crave solitude because I'm too drained to explain
That each storm leaves me with crippling pain.
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