By Queen Edel

She is quiet most of the time,
You may wonder if she’s a mime,
She never lifts her eyes from her book,
And is always thinking of a new hook.
She always has her headphones on,
And waits till everyone is gone,
She always has a serious look on her face,
And only smiles when a bizarre thing happens in her space.
Her phone is her best friend,
Keeping to herself is her favorite trend,
But when she’s forced to talk to people daily,
Her little heart pounds frailly.

People may say she has social anxiety,
But this kind of life gives her satiety,
Music is her favorite form of escape,
And she would gladly stand by her window admiring the landscape.
She is always thinking of this and that,
Whether the earth is round or flat,
Why mother nature has to be destroyed,
And why inhuman rules have to be employed.
She may look boring,
But there’s so much she’s adoring,
She could watch and hold cats all day,
And in her thoughts she would gladly stay.

She has often preferred to day dream,
While eating vanilla or chocolate ice cream,
But the cruel world forces her,
To focus on what’s before her eyes even if it’s just a blur.
She is a hopeless romantic,
Matters pertaining love to her seem too sycophantic,
She always dreams big,
Often thinking of getting a huge gig.
She’s so pretty and creative,
Towards her life she’s quite authoritative,
She is willing to give her all,
Just so she can achieve her goal.
When she gets comfortable with you,
She will talk so much out of the blue,
All the little things will make her giggle,
And she will often do a little wiggle.
She’s humble and kind,
Always having the interest of others in mind,
So don’t abhor and avert,
Because she’s more than just an alluring introvert.