Introverted

Many known faces, we stand alone in the tram,
Wanting to be famous, in the deserts of Instagram.
We aren't travelling, but keep on clocking miles,
Future is unravelling, see the scars under our smiles.

Our laughs and wails, you'd truly hear us in the bar,
drinking cocktails, as we wish for a wishing star.
We shoot and snap, memories we regret tomorrow,
We wouldn't swap, an empty nothing for our sorrow.

We do take stress, our hearts might look like steel,

We don't express, but deep inside, we still feel.
Tend to refrain, from showing out love or pain,
Stress and strain, that we might get hurt again.

Look around you, my dearest fathers and mothers,
Are they in view? Those seeking attention of others?
Am I wrong, to be silently subdued in a deadly calm?
Am I strong, to be giving myself the attention alm?

You attention freaks, we like to just go with the flow,
The silence speaks, nothing to say, no wind to blow.