There is a man.
	Of small stature.
            That dwells deep inside my head.
			He is a little bastard.
                            Ordering my thoughts.
	
My personality tests introvert.
          All because of him.
		I crawl into my shell,
                       And hide away.
				I’m quiet, deep and shy.

Because he directs my thoughts.
	Being alone recharges our batteries.
                  People think I’m angry.
			But I’m just reserved.
                            Would I eradicate the little shit?

No, I can’t, because I am he.

Roy Richard
October 2023