The Introvert

When I go out
To social gatherings
Often I feel like an outsider
And I struggle to fit in
And when I leave
Often much earlier than
Everyone else
I feel lonelier
Then before I went
But it’s okay
Because when I get home
I’m with myself
My old friend
And we get along well
Whereas there’s the people
Who love the parties
And they laugh the loudest
And seem the happiest
But when they get home
Later than everyone else
That’s when they’re lonely
Because they’re stuck with themself
And they’re only acquainted
Because they were too busy
Ignoring themself
At all the parties

So I’m glad
That I made friends
With myself