A Tale of Introversion

As I look into the mirror, I don’t see what everyone else does.

I don’t see a happy, kind-eyed, hopeful man like everyone else.

I see a man who has never experienced love.

A man who has never felt compassion.

He’s just an empty shell of the man he was supposed to be.

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I yearn to live, but I’ve never known how.

I’ve tried, and tried, and tried, and tried,

but I just don’t know how.

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I try to make friends...

It’s just...

I end up losing each and every one of them…

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I know many people...

Yet not many know me.

Is it my fault?

Or is it theirs?

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Recently, sadness has become my friend.

She follows me everywhere, and now I’m never alone.

I’m happy that I’m not alone anymore.

I’m no longer empty inside.

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It’s not so bad.

Having sadness as a friend.

She’s just friends with loneliness.

He’s the one that causes the most pain.

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As I look into the mirror, I no longer see an empty man.

I see sadness and loneliness in his eyes.

I see him hurting, crying, and wishing he was dead.

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