Intovert or me?

Yes I'm an introvert.
Exactly! that shy creep.
Actually not just shy,
But much more than that.
A contradiction to first impression,
I'm more like a background expression.
Maybe I don't have good speaking skills,
Maybe I usually seem quite and still,
But hey? I'm not an underwater creature
lacking fins and gills.
I don't always wanna be alone,
Of course I'm not an ideal stone,
I'm more than just aloof and shy,
Though more than people, I find happiness in those shades of sky.
Excited emotions in my case is passive,
Calm and composed, I'm not aggressive.
Quiet afternoons are my idea of good times,
Books, songs, poems and sometimes just rhymes.
Long walks, deep talks I conventionally prefer,
Chaotic scenes? No! Silent chaos I usually suffer.
I don't hate people actually,
It's just those frenzied activities.
But take me wrong,
I do hate those fucking parties.
Sometimes I get confused,
Sometimes I'm more clear than love,
Sometimes I'm self aware,
And sometimes I dove (into self analysis).
Though uninvited laughters and tears in my case are rare,
Still if someone is crying or laughing hard you'll find me there.
Had I told you? I'm still crushing over that girl.
Though I'm good at pretentious actions,
Still whenever I get a glance of her curls,
My brain starts dancing and gets in a whirl.

But as always, things left unsaid...
Again, I'm not pleased or sorry to be an introvert,
It's just I'm the one.