Being an introvert - 1

The umpteen number of words, 

that are concealed, hidden and impatiently running, 

at the back of my mind,

Slowly escape the dark tunnels, making their way,

dancing over my tongue, ready to leap.

Nervous as I already was, I now feel,

a sudden surge of anxiety seize my thought.

With the pace of that of light, my mouth shuts itself,

the words then, dejected and downcast, 

slowly drag themselves back home.

Well, it is quite difficult, 

Being an introvert