awkward

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Parties aren't my thing. There's something about big crowds That makes me shut down. I'm uncomfortable. Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table. Everyone's closing in. I can't even think.
get out... get OUT... get out of your head... Don't be so awkward... Socialize...   I stand in the corner of the room holding a cold cup.    One foot forward, then back.
Dear clumsiness, I hated you for years. I dreaded your arrival, That would often leave me in tears.   Dear clumsiness,
Unheard, Unseen Blind, naked and uncontrollable trembling. Drowning me, Suffocating me. Are you okay? Whats wrong? Why cant you say? You're a fake Just afraid. You're not pretty, 
So you're a Psychology prof. That's pretty cool I guess, and this is your first dual-credit class. You've never been around high schoolers, you don't know what to expect. But you share a little too much,
Seventh grade, my friends left me All I had to console me was family A new Taylor Swift C.D. The melody   School was tough with no seat No one to meet When it was time to eat,
It takes talent to get through the day when you're weird.It take patience to get through the halls when you never know what to say.It takes diligence to get where you're going when you trip over your feet.
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice. The things in my life I don't have a choice. Others try to give encouragement and advice, but how do I know the truths from lies?
I sit here; you sit there I try to avoid your sidelong stare Your hands are twitching by your side I ignore the nerves you try to hide   This is why I don't go out on dates
Props and patterns, It's all up to you. How do you choose to feel today? You see, Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks; Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
A catharsis exuded alongside pencil and paper. Not always compliant
The uneasy feeling
  You’re not socially awkward Nor are you any sort of awkward But, what’s awkward is When you say that you are When you know damn well you are not. 
I can’t say it. I’m sorry I love you, or do I. 
Audrey Indecisive, Timid, Passionate , Poetic Daughter of  Wit , Ego of  Aime-jah, Legend to her mind. Who believes, in women , imagination rights, equality and profound music
College is very scary. Taking the ACT and the SAT can be a pain.
I want to hide right now, and never come out. I want to cry a river, quietly. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to say. I'm just sitting here, looking around and feeling alone, like a loser.
He was here today. And I don't know exactly how I feel about that. We didn't talk. I didn't look at him. I looked past him mostly. I did my thing, and played like it was all cool, Like it was nothing.
Elementary school, When's nap time? Is it my turn to bring snack? Yayyyy, I can see my friends! Recess time! It's Friday, no homework!
In this society, the most troubling age in life, the worst part ever, the one we all hate to look back on and love to look back on with disdain, is romanticized.
Butterfly my Butterfly Divine as my eyes Calm as my spirit
I write because I need the money. 
The Butterflies in her stomach emerged as sense- less words from her lips
You must think I'm so boring; sitting here not saying a word. Excuse me if you're snoring.   The way you're ignoring me, I feel like roaring. This is absurd. You must think I'm so boring.  
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
No
do you remember that night the night we felt something new were you there in the moment or were you checked out too
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