The Introvert Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

Often I find it's hard to go out
The crowds whispers seem to shout
Never quiet know what to say
My replies can often take all day
Its not always easy for me to talk
Only with some on my solo walks
Just know I'm not trying to being rude
I'm often just trying to avoid a feud
Im an introvert is all
So if I avoid your calls
Its nothing at all against you
I'm just very likely to turn blue
If I say something silly...
So never give up on me
For I have a lot to give
In this quiet life I live