The rift in my soul

I am told so many things
nice things, mostly
about my outer shell and my outer soul
I am an extrovert they say
I listen

The inner side of my soul
is silent, only
wrestles to voice when in pain
they listen.
I am an introvert I say

Happiness of the extrovert
is running wild
consented
hermitage
is content for the introvert

The rift in my soul
is mine, forever
balancing two halves of the same
I mend you, it says
I listen