Voice Of An Introvert

I ain't got good brains

Nor my profile looks pleasing;

My eyes are like chameleon's

And my nose isn't sharp.

My lips aren't plump And red like cherry

But it's totally filled.

I don't have thick locks to play with

but sleek ones clinging to it.

I'm not milky white

And not of desired height.

My size is not perfect

And my dressing sense is crooked.

My feet is flat

And my posture is prat.

Maybe I might fail to impress you

But, trust me, I can guarantee,

That my heart is pure

And it'll never break you apart.

You can very well rely on

That poor doomed soul who'll

Always be there to console.

Maybe you gotta realize that soon,

Only when you're alone talking to the moon.