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.



About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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