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.