Well-organized outside, messy inside,

A tangle of emotions that I try to hide.

An INFJ at heart, a dreamer and a thinker,

A mind that's always turning, like a record on a ringer.


I keep my emotions hidden, a private affair,

Trying to keep my thoughts in order, a constant repair.

But inside, I'm a mess, a jumble of feelings and fears,

A storm that's always brewing, a waterfall of tears.


I see the world in a way that's different from the rest,

A deep understanding, a sensitivity at its best.

But often, it's a burden, a weight that's hard to bear,

A constant sense of pressure, a need to always care.


Yet, I keep on going, trying to stay on track,

Making sure I always have my thoughts in a pack.

Even though I may be messy inside,

I know I have the strength, the courage to abide.


So, I'll keep on being well-organized outside,

While acknowledging the mess inside,

For this is what makes me unique,

An INFJ, with a heart that's sweet.