I don't have any rhymes today,
I don't have a lot of words to say,
I don't even have the right tones to make
To raise my pitch to crescendos when needed
To quickly fall down to mumbled whispers when giving a solemn stare
Hi! I am Bhavya Jain, and you might meet the introvert today,
An introvert residing quietly inside an extrovert,
Sleepless, restless, bursting out from within,
with a lot of things to say.
As I start my first job today
sitting in this place
A palace of dreams that they claim
They ask me to network at a very fast pace till the end of the day
expecting me to say the right words, use the right pitch, and smile as I talk with the introvert inside having a straight face
I take my first step but the introvert inside me just fails to understand
that how can you do it with someone on your head asking you constantly to do the same
Because isn't networking about making friends and isn't making friends a thing that comes naturally?
With someone who feels right, in the zone, in the place
Anyhow, anyhow, pushing everything away.
My extrovert comes up to take the first step
Find a little success and tries to stay but the introvert inside starts to crave
Crave to tell that this is just a face, a mask to hide something more concrete at the base,
It wants to burst out, scream out loud and make statements straight
so here I am dropping my guard to say things that give me a scare.
I cannot network quickly!
I cannot just walk into conversations and own the stage,
I cannot interrupt people while they have something to say
People have stories that I love to hear, no doubt!
But I have some of my own too!
Maybe not as funny, not as cool, not that great!
But they're still stories too.
So here I am today, to drop my guards and let it flow
In the back of the room near the door
With some boring, not so great stories to say
But with a genuine smile to everyone who has something to say
