I, the Loner, Or An Introvert's Lament

They never say one word when they can say ten, they cannot have a thought without saying it then; this world we live in, I, the loner, decry. They see someone listen, and then think that they scheme, that a lack of interest means you’re surly and mean; this world we live in, I, the loner, decry. They drag you out drinking when you just want to read, can’t get in your headspace or comprehend your needs; this world we live in, I, the loner, decry. See you solitary and to you they go, think that it’s a favor, but you’re ready to blow; this world we live in, I, the loner, decry. They have us outnumbers, but we have all the guns, change always emerges from the will of odd ones; this world we live in, we, the loners, design.