Intro...vert

Yo, what's up, bro? You good Aye, you seem a bit off lately. What's up Yeah, bro, I'm good, man. I can't lie, I'm just a little bit introvert lately Introvert? What Introvert? What the f*ck is that Bro, I can't even. I can't really explain it. It's just Define introvert Not revealing my thoughts or feelings I'm too reserved Self-healing, Wolverine feeling But all of that pain still hurts But I brush it off Mum always said that I had tough skin since birth I've been through the wars and I'm back Not even a scratch, tough skin's confirmed I'm in my own world, just me and my music That is my universe A place where all of my wounds subvert And music's my therapeutic nurse Introvert, it means I don't like to speak But I'm sick with words I say it with my chest, I'm a little complex But it's a gift and a curse It's like a fight, but I use all my wisdom first So I write to all of my fingers hurt I know my worth, I could've been a top boy But I'm a gifted nerd I like reading books and I've still got people shook Even though I'm a lovely person If my evil was to overcome my good Then everyone's done, I'm certain I'm lethal, but I lay dormant, peaceful Sleeping until they open the curtain On my life, let the sun inside And shine on my darkest burdens I have two sides, dreamlike and introverted The other, cynical and realistic The other, cynical and realistic