SPOKEN POETRY 1 you’ll only get lost in my bewilderment.

“I am an Introvert, Don’t talk to me”

Brief description:
Don’t talk to me. Consider that as a head start.
I am not good at speaking with strangers, to anyone
generally nor can I keep up with your energy, so don’t try to
talk to me.
Your vibe will just be matched up with my dying synergy of
boredom and awkwardness, so yeah, don’t bother.
If you see me with my phone, don’t talk to me.
I am busy texting no one- busy typing random words and
sending them to myself to make you think I am conversing
with somebody in my contacts list.
But, don’t ever think I don’t want to talk to you.
I mean I have the words, believe me I have rehearsed things
countless times in my head
it’s just that I think I left my guts at home, in my drawer
with my least favourite pair of socks.
If we become friends, which is highly unlikely, you’d know
that I can be the craziest person alive in your known world.
That’s probably due to me stepping out of sanity often, so I
got used to its sensation and all, but—
if that’s otherworldly then don’t talk to me...
so we would not be friends.
My healthy talking is only available if leaves are falling,
birds are chirping at the same time, and the sky- bright and
magical,
cause that’s when my soul is at its most ecstatic state.
But if that’s dreadful, don’t talk to me.
Step back and walk towards your destination.
My world is an open city but hard to navigate for most.
I got bullied a lot that’s why I built my walls.
If I let you in that means you’re a friend, my friend.
Build me or destroy me further.
or better yet, don’t talk to me.

If I am walking alone in the street, with my head so down

that you could literally see my nape in front, please I beg
you,
don’t talk to me.
That will scare the hell out of me for sure. and,
I’ll forget the entirety of the book I just finished writing in
my head as I paced back and forth.so...

Don’t talk to me cause if you do, you’ll get disappointed. I

prefer small talks, like “hey” and then I’ll respond with my
life-draining “hi”
It could literally kill your entire generation if you talk to me,
so don’t bother.
but, we can talk about books, if you’d like. However, in
such a case you have to ask me first like what’s my
favourite book and then I’ll just talk endlessly; talking
nonsense and then you’d get tired of listening and would
just decide to leave ‘cause you’d think I am weirdo.
SO.DON’T. TALK. TO ME.

If I smile at you, please don’t say a word

‘cause I won’t know what I’d do. I only did that because I
don’t know why I did that.
And if you do, you’ll end up killing yourself out of my
deafening company so, don’t talk to me.
That’s a warning sign waving at you so...
please heed.

Also, beware that I hate parties. I love music and people-

only that I prefer to enjoy my reality alone.
You’d find me a gigantic pain in your behind if you’d take
me to one; also,
I’d probably throw my mysterious tantrums so don’t bother.