Introverted

You don’t like that I’m quiet,

You don’t like that the sounds

Echo throughout when

It’s just us around,

You think gardens of venomous

Snakes grow inside

The violently quiet,

Dark parts of my mind,

As if a closed mouth

Means a wide-open eye,

And evil desires will

Creep deep inside,

You think that the quiet

Is THE place to hide

My truest intentions

For all the outside,

I’d say you were wrong,

But I need you to buy it

longer, so I can

Enjoy all this quiet.