In this self-centric world, words are like weapon,
Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken.
Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving,
As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving.
The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts,
While others among them, aims to subvert.
Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure,
Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure.
In time, everyone waits this war to finally end,
For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend.
©sam
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