A mind ticking like clockwork,
a will to reassess,
a new discovery,
a problem to address.
I'd rather keep to myself,
I really don't mean to offend,
I don't need those guidelines,
They say I condescend.
A wild imagination,
enthusiasm knows no bounds,
eyes always on the objective,
a truly honest sound.
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The Quiet Club
PoetryThe extrovert ideal - The omnipresent belief that the ideal self is gregarious, alpha and comfortable in the spotlight. But how can you be those things if you're not wired to do so? Take a look through the eyes of those deemed "quiet" or "shy" as th...
