Trembling words interspersed with stutters,
Only my mind exhibits clarity,
Awkward silences murder conversations,
Relatability sent to its grave.
A jocund sentence once said,
Is left unaccompanied by laughter,
Nervousness fills the atmosphere,
Drowning my socially inept soul.
Cringing at oneself being a popular hobby,
As embarrassment never leaves my side,
These moments running marathons,
On the race track I call my mind.
As much as I try to leave them be,
They keep eating away at me for all eternity,
“Socially Challenge” a huge understatement,
Shyness swallowing up most of my words.
Alas! I hope and dream,
To get rid of this mental entity,
The State of Social Awkwardness,
More like the state of my constant being.