I found a chair,
And I chose peace.
My headphones in,
My volume.. deceased. π§π΅
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A book in hand,
My soul at rest.
No chaos. No chatter.
Just me, at my best. πποΈ
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Then she appeared
With a smile too wide.
Twelve empty seats,
But guess where she slides? π
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βWhat are you reading?β
She beams with glee.
And just like that,
I lose custody of me. π©
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I mumble the title,
Polite yet reserved.
She tells me her life story
Details I dont deserved. π£οΈπ
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Her favorite author,
Her catβs middle name.
Iβm being held hostage
In this unsolicited game. π©
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Inside Iβm screaming.
Outside Iβm kind.
Because introverts are trapped
By the manners we mind. π
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I donβt hate people.
I just love silence more.
And small talk ambushes
Are an emotional chore. πͺπ§
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So next time you see someone
Quiet and still,
Maybe... donβt sit next to them
Against their will.
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Weβre not being rude,
Weβre just staying alive.
Your kindness is sweet
But itβs a sensory landslide. π¨
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Let us sit. Let us read.
Let us not be your quest.
Sometimes the kindest thing
Is letting us rest. πππ€
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For my next relatable rage post... I put together this for your reading pleasure π Cancelled Plans Are My Love Language ποΈπ΅π
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