The Interrupting Introvert ( Oh , the irony )
Blame the oxymoron , I’m the clearest blur tonight
Inconspicious in a conversation , epicentre of the plight
A silhouette without a face , lacking a prime existence
Blurt a bright hello , yet you will keep your distance
I must be annihilated , your pupils cannot reach mine
A soliloquy I suppose , will help me spend my time
Introversion limits me , a constantly shrinking box
Your words sure walk fluently , but they don’t talk the talks
Body language portrays , more than my lips can betray
Although you’ve been my muse , have I been your fray ?
Sorry for the interruption , I don’t mean to pry
Your ignorance is impeccable , so here’s a goodbye.