More than little awkward
Living mostly inside my head
Never knowing how to fill awkward silences… just quit while
I’m ahead?
Why do I get so tongue tied, when I have so much to say?
Or think of the perfect, funny comeback belonging to a convo
had yesterday?
My mind is a resource made up of a thousand parts
From hard knock lessons to street smarts
Yet sometimes kicks in a little too late
No problem, no issue, no need for tissue, just don’t care to
participate
Bearing no ill
Just lack of skill
Maybe a lack of finesse
Embrace the awkward I hear them say, perhaps it’s time, I do
my best.
