#introvert struggles

Stagnation is a constant.

Tethered to a single straight line

That doesn't stray from its path,

And never, ever fluctuates.

In the corner of my eye,

There is a hummingbird moth,

An outlier amongst the bees,

Nurturing the daisies.

It bridges the gap of night and day;

After every spin of the earth,

Its moon remains the same—

A serene, fixed routine.

So then, if the moth is faithful,

Unmoving in its ways,

Why does it oscillate?

What compels it to change?

Perhaps I will never know.

I have been stagnant far too long:

A path that never seesaws,

A line that never bends.

Is there no grace found in patterns?

Repetition is all I ever sought.

But the moth lands on my hand,

Begging me to evolve.

The Introvert’s Greatest Nightmare 🎭🌀

POV: You’re at a party, your social battery is at 2%, and suddenly the person carrying the conversation leaves. Now you’re standing there with the only other introvert in the room, and the silence is so loud you can hear your own thoughts screaming. Someone has to step up. Someone has to ask about the weather or a favorite hobby. Suddenly, you’re the one doing the heavy lifting, and you’ve never felt more like a fish out of water. It’s the ultimate character arc—from wallflower to reluctant spokesperson in sixty seconds flat. 💀⚡️