Introvert

I can't mingle well in a stranger closet. The world feels noisy while I'm quiet. I don't know them. I don't expect myself to know. In a social world of smiling strangers, I'm that freaking strange one. I sit alone, Looking at everything into nothingness. Try as they might, Try they might or might not, Here I remain, Preferring to be comfortable on my own. In the tightness of the closet Strangers chatted away. In that cramped alley, I center my world around myself.