**Opens the letter**

Dear Extroverts,

How should I put this, I don't wanna sound rude but... but I have to let it out now, Well, I have nothing new that hasn't been said before, I don't have any special story, tales of mine or any anecdotes to share, I don't have any feeling to narrate that hasn't been felt before. 

But...

But I like to write.

I like to express those basic nuisances of tiny feelings which we... We introvert feels when we are treated as outcasted.

To be honest, we are considered as an outcast in society in one or another way. The people treat us. Sometimes. It's weird.

Treating as a silent creep over a party with loud music banging over everyone's ear, and we... WE introvert sits along the corner talking to home pets.

It's really annoying when someone suddenly pops from the crowd and Bangs literally everyone with his charms and charisma. Then everyone gets attracted to him/ her or anyone.

Honestly, I hate people with charisma. Honestly, it's fucking annoying when someone suddenly out of nowhere takes away the crowd towards them without sweating the tiniest bit of sweat.

Seriously., FUCK you.

Look, sorry this poem is not as good as you will listen from any other charismatic poet, who will draw you towards him just be his voice but,

I am not a poet. It's just a feeling that us... Us as an introvert feel.

See, I am sorry I know this poem doesn't rhyme even for the tiniest bit. But,

I am extremely sorry because this poem is really offensive to the extrovert. Cause literally,

FUCK you.

It just has become a myth and misconception of people of nowadays that introverts are depressed creep walking over the street alone, considering.

Considering everyone in the surrounding doesn't even exist.

Moreover the question like

"Why are you so silent? "

"Snap out of it already! "

"You're fine being silent? Huh "

"COME ON MAN! WHY ARE YOU BEING CREEPY,
you're killing the mood"

It really destroys every bit of our sanity.

They never ever realize the impact of those questions on you, as we are left numb.

I know we people like to spend alone-time and even enjoys over it. But hey?! It doesn't mean that we are depressed or something.

It's just we like to keep up our overtime private. Is it wrong or what? Huh.

See, I know there must be many different poets out there surfing which could really bring goosebumps to you with their Astounding way of writing. But

Hey.

I just am expressing myself. And,

It doesn't tax.

People highly discard us from the group sometimes...SOMETIMES? Because after all who likes to handle us? We may seem them like a dead piece of weight.

Well, it's not we like to be tagged along. We love being with ourselves. As we are already filled in with our personal word and quality time.

It's more suitable for us to chew cheap popcorn and watch over some thrilling series over Netflix instead of some wild trips.

You know, I love to write. Though I have just started.
And I am not good enough.

Yeah, I love to write.

And I love when someone listens,

Cause I have never really been heard before.

Its been hard as an introvert to diverse the imagination of our superlative brain ( in few topics) to present to someone because

....

Because of some pretty sweet bastards.

There are many introverts around the world hidden over the corner, having their lunch or dinner in some restaurant with some wine sitting alone with such ideas.

Ideas that have the power to change the thoughts and believe of people around the world.

Why are we only supposed to hide down behind the corner, and out the talent of writing and expressing is stuck on a laptop screen and blots over the papers?

Welps, others just busy over handling the tantrum of people, and cheesy gossips of fucked up relationships.

While passing down some of the biggest changes that are written on papers, stories that could change the lives of people.
Words that could pierce down the deepest ballon of your bottled up feelings.
Poems that could really tear up and cry out so loud that the aunty living next door, come up to sympathize with you.
Anecdotes that could leave you numb sobbing while curled on your couch.

Phrases holding high hopes.

But none of them does listen to it, right? 

Why.

Because

You were listening to the loudest person in the room. 

Maybe, just maybe people would understand this unsaid phrases and sentences or feeling or words of an introvert, but probably even this letter would be hidden forever inside my closet and again, the tale of extrovert over introvert will pass on from one generation to other, and the diversity of human nature wouldn't be accepted by all and everyone.

Your introverted friend,

Ash

                        **closes the letter**

                               ENVELOPE

                          WITH REGARDS

                       To My Dear  Extroverts

           Address: friends home, Road 11, City of unheard.