Extroverted

I'm an extrovert: I'm very social, I'm very hype, I'm very loud, I'm very talkative, I'm crazy; that's just me I have a 'perfect' life, 'Everybody' loves me, I'm 'everything they want to be' I'm, to every lock, the key, A flowing river; 'The ideal person'; 'The ideal teenager'; 'The ideal friend'. Even so, A key can be worn out but still work hard, A river can dry up but can be filled up With logs and trees; A cobra, a peacock, such unimaginably confident, attractive beings May not always be as happy as they seem Delirious thoughts and endless tears Trying to suppress these haunting fears Thought to have golden hands; the pressure gets worse, But either way, I'll show them I'm always happy, once again The very next day...