I’ve found comfort in myself,

I no longer care about being comforted by others,

I hold no expectations,

because I’ve lost the fear of monophobia,

I’ve grown quite numb to express sincere empathy,

because of life losses,

I refuse becoming attached,

It’s a distant memory I once felt,

because now in the company of others,

I long to be in deep transit on my own,

Comforted by solitude.

No longer the extrovert I tried to be.

Nor the life of the party.

But an introvert.