See the girl sitting there in a corner
All by herself reading a book?
She's the girl who you might find at a party,
Part of the crowd and yet apart, like she's there but not really.
She may be alone, but she isn't lonely
So don't pity her, she doesn't need it
She isn't unhappy, her happy is just quieter
Her joy comes from within, not without
She has friends, maybe not very many
But they are the only ones who truly know her
It isn't that she doesn't like people
She just prefers her own company
So if she doesn't want to talk sometimes,
Don't take it personally, it's just who she is.
Note: If you too are an introvert, you may also like this old post on the joys of solitude.