This One’s Reserved

Some think I’m withdrawn and shy
A man of few words, they say
Feel the need to box in and classify
Me as a reclusive castaway.

Many assume quiet means alone
As if it’s solitary confinement
Living a life…unknown
Enduring a miserable assignment.

Most unsuccessfully attempt to crack
My code sealed shut in a bottle
Drifting through a sea of verbal attack
Word count failing to fit the model.

All must listen to learn what’s true
I am reserved for those who see my value.

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