she was just another girl.. with a controlled insanity in her heart.. with a little smile on her lips never knowing where to stop or start.. there was nonchalance in her stride a gush in her mind a vague ambition in her glide a divine twinkle in her eyes lined she was just another girl with poetry in her heart a mind that wandered in places growing apart she was just another girl who couldn't fathom the universe the histories narrated the mysteries untold the strange world around her everything was either too fast or too slow for her to know just another riddle she couldn't solve just another girl with poetry in her heart..
hmm...just another "introvert" girl. I'm an introvert too, and these seem to be perfect. They are more focused, intense, and ofcourse, silent, often mistaken for rude. Good lines...
i think there are 2 types of introverts- 1. who show that they really are introverts. 2. who don't.. thank you!