The Inferior Introvert The introverted souls in strivings As our intuition do always portrays Which is the enigmatic truths Verily none can be able to conceive To what degrees is the intense of one's pains Succumb not for the inferiority syndrome No matter how sucks your living might be Even if you've felt a mountain self-censor Be not that inferior introvert. When the yearnings seem unyielding And the longings seem forever Even in the contemporary concurrents When the voice is being trampled The heart might switched soften The mind's temple trembled abruptly And this natural instincts Has been eternally sealed Never ever can it be dispelled. Folks, wouldn't it be a sage idea If many a time this descended In a barbarians crowded round table Instead of leaving the table confusingly To pack all that seems stupidly Through your voice in their thinking And transpired it into yours silence Because silence is golden When your conscious is frozen! © Pentrovert_Ink