The extrovert's shell is cracked and frayed,
A gregarious spirit now in disarray,
The world once open, now seems forbidding,
Solitude is solace, from the chaos unrelenting.
Their heart still beats with a vibrant energy,
But the weight of the world has left them empty,
Once so buoyant, now feeling restrained,
Their light flickers, but remains unchained.
A broken extrovert may seem lost,
But within them, resilience at any cost,
They may retreat, but will always rise,
For in their brokenness, a beauty lies.
