Awkward follows me into social places
Hovering over each heartfelt exchange
Taking over the weighted pauses
Transforming normal into painfully strange,
Mutating into my soft-spoken speech
Flashing “INTROVERT” in neon signs
Tumbling around on my stammering tongue
Fashioning a socially anxious shrine.
What a paradox the awkward creates
To one who attempts to be warm and kind
Making it necessary to socially isolate
Lest I frighten you with my blubbering mind.