Introverted.

I walk into the room.
I enchange a few waves.
I try to speak,
But nothing comes out.

As I walk deeper in,
I feel the eyes gazed upon me.
But yet I continue to fake a smile,
Hoping they don't see the real me.

I begin to feel trapped.
My breaths begin to shorten.
My heart beats a little faster.
I want to scream out loud.

But no one cares,
No one notices,
That I feel inclined to be here.
I am nothing but a coward.

I walk to the corner,
Stand in the shadows.
If I be quiet,
Then no one will know I'm here.

What does it mean to be like me?
Is what I am seen as okay in society?
Would you accept me?
Or would you reject me?
Is it okay that I am what I am?
Or is it a curse?
Nothing but a throwaway, not worthy to the world.
I wonder if you know what it's like to be me?
What if you did?
What if you didn't?
Would you try to change who I am?
Or would you be alright with me?
But for now I am okay with myself.
Because I know He is alright with me.