introvert-extrovert poem

Gemma Shingles Storehouse Content Team Year 2

Introvert

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.

Extrovert

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.