Extroverts are energized by talking with others,
I'm sure, one snuck up inside my mother.
Being an Introvert, It's easy to see,
Extroverts will drain the life from me.
Oh how I wonder what I might say,
When, this person comes walking my way.
The Extrovert wonders why I'm sitting alone,
When they can talk, using many tones.
Papa hits his head on the floor.
Extroverts will tell you with all of their gore.
Introverts will give you a small grin.
Say it quick, to make it all end.
Give me a book, give me a bath.
We're all alone, finally at last.
One on one is all I need,
Be it with you or be it with me.
I listen to you till end of day,
Always wanting to have your say.
You act and speak without thinking,
Your silence is so hard, in the keeping.
The only difference between you and I,
My need for privacy in case I cry.
At end of day, You can't get by it.
Finally alone....I enjoy the quiet.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extroverts-verses-introverts/
