Introvert

Count steps, one two three, shuffle while you walk
keep your eyes down, watching the floor pass by
rule number one: don't look up and don't talk.
Stay in your cage of thoughts and let time fly.
Being afraid was always your forte,
hiding yourself from every hardship,
holding the facade until you decay,
look out under the blanket, bite your lip.
Peek-a-boo, I see you says the world now
everything is bright and beautiful,
all the sounds are music, floating notes when
senses beat on you like waves, push and pull.
Once you were moving quietly through lifes
days, you look up and wonder, Where am I?