So I recently took a personality test and my results really really got me thinking, and I wrote a poem about it... ------------------------ An Introvert Left alone in his own head in the middle of the night, how could that be sane? When alone, one might become as alone as people have said. For, in the middle of the night, all that's left in his head is pain. Intuitive, able to figure it all out. Solving everybody's problems, leaving his own alone. Because to be intuitive you must be introvertive. To go against the crowd to save who needs saving. The Feeling, the feeling of loneliness the feeling of sorrow and the feeling of grief for another's problems. Becoming intuitive in attempts to help them causing introversion. Perceiving life, one's hardest grasps. Looking at things like no one else, seeing good above all else. To perceive, you must feel. You must feel the intuition to help others, and adapt your perception from anothers. But to be intuitive, you must introvert from the world and you must go into the small crowd. You must help the Introverts You must save the Intuitive You must purge other's sorrowful Feeling. and that will shape your perception. Suddenly, the introverts extrovert. The Intuitive crave help and desire guidance. The Feeling suppresses and that is true perception, seeing the opposite of the positive. Jb. What do you think? It's really deep I know, but any other thoughts?
From: Perks of Being A Wallflower. Spoiler "once on a yellow piece of paper, he wrote a poem and he called it "chops" because that was the name of his dog. and that's what it was about and his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on he door and read it to his aunts that was the year father tracy took all the kids to the zoo and let them sing on the bus that was the year his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair and his mother and father kissed a lot " and the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x's and he had to ask his father what the x's meant and his father always tucked him in at night and was always there to do it once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem called "autumn" because that was the name of the season snd that's what it was all about and his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint and the kids told him that father tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews and sometimes they would burn holes that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see santa claus and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot and his father never tucked him in at night and got mad when he cried for him to do it once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem called "innocence; a question" because that was the question about his girl and that's what is was all about and his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door becaue he never showed her that was the year that father tracy died and he forgot how the end of apostle's creed went and he caught his sister making out on the back porch and his mother and father never kissed or even talked and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do and at three a.m he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly that's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem and he called it "absolutely nothing" becaue that's what it was really about and he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist and he hung it on that bathroom door because he didn't think he could reach the kitchen
