## Socially Selective
In a room full of echoes, I find my retreat,
Walls whisper secrets that others repeat.
Crowds swirl in chaos, their voices collide,
I seek solace in silence, where shadows reside.
Among faces, familiar yet cold, I stand,
A guardian of solitude, drawn to the sand.
Selective in presence, I dance with the night,
In the quiet embrace, I find my own light.
## Antisocial
In the crowd's noise, I find no peace,
A silent wanderer, seeking release.
Voices blend into a blur, a distant hum,
In solitude's embrace, I feel more at home.
The world spins tales I choose not to hear,
In quiet corners, my thoughts are clear.
Away from the fray, my mind feels alive,
In the space between words, I truly thrive.
## Antisocial
In a room full of chatter, I sit alone,
Finding comfort in the quiet, on my own.
Laughter and noise feel far away,
I prefer the silence at the end of the day.
People talk, but I don't join in,
In my world of stillness, I begin.
With just my thoughts, I feel complete,
In the calm, my heart finds its beat.