capture

And I'm just a confused extrovert
unsure of words or sounds
everybody can see me as something
I'm not,
old memories that can't be forgot
Things I've said and done
I was always the one who was
fun, fun, fun
and the listener
and hugger
and
stand-in mother
who would party,
still play the fool,
the joker,
clown
The one people wanted to be around
and none of that is me,
just the past when I wanted to act
free,
wanting to hold onto people whom
could only ever chant
'me, me, me'
And I'm a introvert extradonaire,
filling in the middle blurry lines
of nothingness, everything and despair
No boxes can be ticked
or pictures clicked,
words can only capture
me, my soul and I.