Introvert-Extrovert Poem

Gemma Shingles - Year 2, Storehouse Content Team

I am stood in a room full of people,
all of which I don’t know.
I feel out of place, out of my depths,
mentally drained from pretending.
Pretending to smile, to be happy,
but really, I’m not.
I am speaking but no one is listening.
I am here but no one is looking.
I feel invisible.

- Introvert



I’m stood in a room full of people,
all of which I know.
I feel confident and comfortable,
ready to have fun.
I’m smiling, I’m happy,
I’m in my element.
I’m speaking and everyone is listening.
I’m here and everyone knows.
I feel invincible.

- Extrovert