In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and thoughts unwind,
There’s a world so vast yet unseen,
Where introverts dream, serene and keen.

Beneath the surface of a calm facade,
Lies a heart’s whispers, soft and unflawed,
Not craving the world’s bustling noise,
But finding solace in silent joys.

The stars above, they understand,
The silent language, unspoken hand,
For in the night, when all is still,
The introvert’s soul begins to thrill.

So do not judge by what’s outside,
For deep within, emotions reside,
In silence, an introvert’s heart sings,
Revealing the beauty of quiet things.