Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Transformation

Sometimes, I ask myself;
where did all my livelihood go?

I can barely, recognise the person in the mirror anymore.

I am not the type of person to sit down all day, writing poems, and having deep insights to life.

Neither am I, the type of person who would rather stay indoors, cuddling up to his sheets, and taking comfort in the whispers of the demons that lie in wait, by his bed side.

I am not the type of person that hates the sun, seeking comfort in the darkness of the night.

But where did all my livelihood go?

I am not even a shadow of my old self.
My shadow used to love the sun;
It's beautiful rays, it's majestic nature.

Now, I hate the sunlight;
It's luminous nature, it's presence to the world.
I crave the darkness now;
A reminder of my soul; empty, cold, lonely.

Now, I write poems, and stay indoors, seeking comfort in the whispers of my demons.

But Where did all my livelihood go?

I have now become the thing I fear the most,

An introvert.