Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Complexity

Simplicity —
a term I once knew long ago,
an old friend of mine.
Or should I say foe now?
She probably hates me.
I fell in love with words,
and they split open the sealed gates of my mind,
marvelling me with the mysteries of poetry.
I can't quite tell you the nature of our relationship —
it's something complicated.
Maybe that's why
complexity is the only thing I speak.

I didn't mean to sound deep,
or like some psychology teacher.
But my introverted mind
has uncovered depths
deeper than the ocean's length.
Each day, I get pulled into that void —
delving further inside myself,
dwelling on thoughts
that sometimes escape through my lips.
And when they do,
you call it "Deep".