That introverts desire a private place

How like a prison is my cubicle.

Yet I feel safe enclosed in this space.

‘Tis often claimed to be indubitable

That introverts desire a private place.

We suffer when with crowds and noise we mix.

We suffer from wild talking and blind eyes.

We suffer from the exrtroverts cruel tricks.

And ponder long on wherefores and on why’s,

Life can be so painful we retreat

We jail ourselves to gain some mental peace

Yet all the world’s our pleasure and it’s sweet.

So can a prisoner gain their own release?

An introvert is like a wild,trapped cat,

Which blindly scratches those on whom it’s spat.

Lonely even with people in one’s life?

“Lonely people can have others in their life in some fashion, including many acquaintances. What they lack is a true connection with someone. For whatever reason, they haven’t been able to forge a bond with someone who will be there for them for the long-term. The inability to share their greatest joys and fears with someone who cares about them is what makes people feel lonely.”