I’m at war with Introversion.
I’m at war with Extraversion.

I’m tired of Being Alone.
I tire when I’m with others.

My soul yearns for laughter
But no longer hears its voice.

I dream of Distant Destinations
But can’t get out of the house.

I long for deep conversations
With words hoarse from disuse.

My body begs to be held,
But flinches at your touch.

I’m desperate to Hide,
But pray I’ll soon be Found.

(Thanks for the photo, @scottrodgerson)