The Silent Echoes of Solitude

In this empty world, I walk alone,
Bound by promises, to myself unknown.
Desperate to fit, to break my own rule,
To cast off the mask of the introverted fool.
I watch the social, their laughter in flight,
Admiring their ease, their effortless light.

Alone in my heart, a silent cry,
For friends I yearn, but barely try.
Boring, they say, my words too wise,
Conversations serious, devoid of disguise.
They call me intelligent, and then drift away,
Not wanting to leave, but unable to stay.

The weight of wisdom, a lonely crown,
In their presence, I feel cast down.
For intelligence, a double-edged sword,
Cuts deep, leaves me ignored.
Inside, the echo of solitude grows,
In this world, where my true self shows.