I’m under the staircase at the party 

Waiting for the time when I can go home

Comparing people I want to be like

With my safety people I’ve always known

A force field of 15 year old girls

Gravitate around the largest force of all

What happens if the force leaves the field

Would all of the girls’ identities fall?

I get closer and see it’s just Bailey 

Ranting about a boy that’s mad 

My introvert side wonders what it’s like

When people want to be your friend so bad

Bailey’s telling some story 

Everyone is in her thrall

Is the story even funny? 

Or interesting at all?

Whether it be about books or boys or 

Mr. Brown’s pop quiz

No one laughed because of what she was saying 

But because of who she is

Bailey walks out of the the room

And everyone follows behind

As if they’re intertwined

And their steps all aligned

No thoughts cross their mind

I just wonder what it is that they’re trying to find?

Extrovert me wants to wear my new shirt to school 

Even though my friends said it was destined for doom

Introverted me is the reality check 

Who has to change the shirt in the bathroom

I thought the shirt was a good idea to buy 

When I was in the dressing room, trying it on 

But the second I swiped my credit card 

I knew my confidence was already gone 

“What’s wrong, Hannah? You got the shirt you wanted and it is the perfect shade of red!!”

Nodding my head I utter “Yeah, I know,” barely listening to what she had said

Extroverted you agreed to go to a dinner 

With intimidating girls like Bailey who say cool things like sup

Introverted you is regretting your extrovert urges 

When begging mom to quickly come pick me up

Outside the restaurant, waiting for my mom to answer the phone,

I heard an angry voice in the back of my head and the little strength I had left began to fall

The voice told me that “putting myself out there and failing was way worse than not putting myself out there at all.”

“Hannah, what are you doing out here? It’s cold and it’s night.”

“Just go back inside Bailey, you wouldn’t understand. I am alright.”

“Well, we’re both outside instead of hanging out with everyone so talk to me, what bad could it do. 

You may be surprised that extroverts can still be introverted too.”

I then humbled myself from the extrovert me, that tells me to free myself from my little bubble

Still every time, introverted me has to clean up the mess where extroverted me started trouble