Ode To Introversion Poem by John Doe

Hey, hey, hey,
Pretty girl,
Mind muddled,
Self ideas
Wronged by the world

Things shut out,
Things let in,
Pretty girl doesn't see,
She's the one we need,
The rest will leave,
For as nothing is said
Something is wrong
Too boring
Voice is the gadget of society,
Scream, yell, howl, sing,
Volume is priority,
Noise is king.

Consigned to
Oblivion,
Stuck back,
Head down mind out

Oh
Shy girl,
Shy girl

Shy guy,
Shy guy

Take pain and replace instead
Hopes of newer times, just
Turn your head,
Stop and watch,
One day you'll spot
A kind of you.