Confessions of an Introvert: The Sudden Death of the Social Butterfly
-this was a poetic intro to an essay about Introversion and how it can manifest itself later in life/ during transitional times. the teacher didn't like it.
like one of the thin candles on a frosted birthday cake,
something blew me out with so little as a whisper
who was to notice that I had changed
and was no longer the thriving flame
I'd become nothing but the globular pink wax
as it melded with the white stripes
lukewarm and solidifying,
stifled in my prime to glow no more,
and rendered you with nothing but the feeling of waxy resistance on your fingers.
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