EXTREMELY GOING DEEP

Poor lonely souls
Askance looked at, as thick lowly soles
Threaded on..
No regards for their humanity
Hiding deep in their scrawny little selves
Because it all is too boring
They say the world is plain vanity

Being in cahoots with their inner bodies
They seek no solace in their friends nor families
They require just the presence of them and them
No interference!
They get lost. In their own realm

Most times soliloquising
With two persons.
Both two, in one enclosed shell
Sometimes,
more Persons to talk to.
But to their companion
This is definitely hell
If it's a boy he avoids the girl
If it's a girl she screams like hell

Wrecking havoc to their minds
And also, of those around them.
Closing themselves in
In their cozy little inn

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Have you ever had any friend or had friends who just straight hated people.
Well not really hate but kind of like avoids them in every possible way, doesn't like talking, sees conversations as a total pain in the ass and also doesn't like going out, like at all.

I know a guy who actually pays someone to buy stuff for him, cause he doesn't like going out and hates interacting with people.

I think the word for that is introvert. Yeah that's it. First of all it's normal to be an introvert. Like me. I, am an introvert. But some people just take this to the extreme, then it becomes a disease, a virus which seriously needs to be cleansed out.

You may say "what is this guy saying" but i do know what I'm saying. Some serial killers, after being caught actually confesses that a voice in their head told them to do what they did.
Now get my point, if you're not a really deep introvert you wouldn't be listening to a voice in your head telling you to do extremely insane things. But because you have no friend, or companion, or family. You then confide in that little voice. Which most times brings people to their doom

Now that's what this poem is mainly about "introverts " or should i say extreme ones.

My quill Bleeds