Introverted?

give me daffodils
of summer yellow,
and swaying irises'
rich purple color;
your irises spin
and I don't know why,
but I made you stand
and watch the sky
turn dappled gray
to black and blue,
What would I never
do for you,
I tried to say 
hello
today, but
I was blinded by the sun

they say the sun's still spinning,
spinning,
spiraling
out of control,

I tried to speak,
and speak I did,
but 
I don't think
they heard
at all

hello, hello,
do I exist,
I didn't think
it'd come to this,

sometimes I want
to be alone

in my 
introverted
biodome

but sometimes,
when I'm on my phone,
I'm secretly trying
to find my cowardly courage,
waiting to talk,
to anyone--