Extrovert Who Has To Hurt
Trump have heard is an annoying extravert;
Abuses people and always does like to hurt;
Gifts never give;
Swallows like sieve,
And he even has caused us to lose our shirt.
Jim Horn
If love we're a beautiful melody would you sing with me?
Deft fingers tracing across our instrument
Harsh notes scream out as the softer tones continue to play
There is a world of difference you, the extravert extrodinaire,
while the intravert hangs so solemn in the air
Your sadism astounds in volume and quality
And ill just lie here and take the pain honestly
there is a story behind this feel free to contact me if you wish to hear it
Muted shyness
A failures frown and a sunken smile written across my face
My uncomfortable eyes and suspicious looks darting all around
I try to hide these tremoring hands and tapping feet
My racing heart and shallow breath are easier to disguise
Contradicting mind, thoughts accelerate yet no words make sound,
Just an outer shell muted by this curse
An extravert inside of me which doesn’t allow the world to see
Judgemental feelings, am I weak?
Every thought to speak overwhelms me,
Each sentence and word combine they mix and form to one
A senseless mould of comprehension which appears and then it’s gone
Fear of embarrassment and rejection is now a rule, a belief imprinted in my soul
Looked upon with fear, aggression or pity
It’s holding him back I hear them say, believing I am not seen as I am not heard
Furious that they say these things, it only makes it worse
Given time and no issue made, I will show you who I am
For I am, I’m me
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