People used to question
why I never turned in the extrovert direction,
why I never spoke,
why the quiet side awoke.

I spent my time in the shadows,
everything around me falling like dominoes.
I can watch
my classmates drink Scotch,
watch some emo couple kiss.

Those are things I don’t miss.
But other things I see,
like the washing and crashing of the sea,
and the birds cheerily chirping,
my new baby brother burping,
all the little sounds,
as I wander the college grounds,
all the beauty I see

Also inside of me. 
I used to be uncomfortable,
but now it’s unthinkable
to not just be myself,
for someone not to be one’s self. 

Just let me be me.
I’m happy, 
because I can see.