Introversion
A place where the intentions of a person were made known before they could enter.
A place where the best possible version of myself resided.
Where I was good at almost everything, never vulnerable, and always happy.
A place where, if I didn’t want you to, you couldn’t, and you only saw what I allowed you to.
This Utopia, I created for myself. I would only let in a select few and the rest would be left to guess.
Only releasing the parts of myself that I deemed acceptable. I refused to be made a spectacle.
Protection was my goal. I became warden of my own soul. In my hands I held the control
This place was easy. I was happy here. This place was best. I belonged here. Continue reading Introversion