Confessions of an Introvert

I feel that there is an entire group of people who must think I am incapable of speech. It's a strange feeling, the desire to speak is as strong as the physical need to remain silent. Somewhere along the way, I assumed my childish tendency to retreat into silence would dissipate and a confident, witty storyteller would emerge. Like a bright, colorful chrysalis in an Eric Carle book. Instead I find I am at war with myself. A war of words.