Social Situations

In a position that is awkward, but convenient for approach.

Rather stuck in coming up with cues, to start a conversation.

Smiled too politely but anxiety screams inside.

Want to get away, do I know any of my age?

 

The book lies just there, within reach

Hands fidget, tempting to break social rules.

Being present but absent in another world.

“Do you mind if I read?”, that’s what I plan to say.

 

Just when my fingers reach the hard cover,

Felt a nudge and a disapproval shake.

Of course, the social police stopped me in time.

 

Hands retreating slowly,

Pretending to be aloof, I shrugged.

Back to sitting out of place.

Continued being friendly, placed my hands

Neatly at my sides, for a handshake, just in case.

 

Back to torturous absent thoughts

And mundane small talks, dry as sandpaper.

Wishing for an escape, some sort of fire.

Or maybe a need for a helping hand.

 

Anything other than this.

~S.H.~

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