Social situations, <br />With ways that make me shake <br />Social inhibitions, <br />With ways of bringing ache <br /> <br />Aches from all positions, <br />Can tell that I’m not right <br />Aches on my depictions, <br />Can tell I’m in a fight <br /> <br />Fight across my missions, <br />My inner struggling <br />Fight across conditions, <br />My lack of juggling <br /> <br />So juggling the struggled mission, <br />My condition’s without pride <br /> <br />Start fighting off the right position, <br />As depictions run inside <br /> <br />My aching shakes the situation, <br />Inhibitions need a guide <br /> <br />I wish I were to wash my normal, <br />But my normal’s gone and died<br /><br />Paul Moosberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/socially-abnormal/
