Everyone can be this.
And everyone is this.
We are just some of the most awkward creatures on the plant.
But why are we?
Is it because we are uncomfortable with those around us?
Or are we uncomfortable with ourselves?
Is it because we are unsure of what we will say?
Words can be a scary thing, and once thier out in the air, they can't be taken back.
No matter if you meant it or not.
Secrets are even scarier.
So when people ask you:
"So what do you want to talk about?"
What do you say?
You can't say what's on your mind, they would think something is wrong with you, something is wrong.
So silence decides to make an unwanted welcome.
And it keeps the term awkward silence just as bad as it was before.
Holding the meaning true.
But don't let the silence hold the air still.
Every flower girl masters avoiding it.
The tornado boy thrives in it.
The snake stills into the flesh of its victims.
The plaque refurbishes it.
Music makes it real in perception.
The weekends allow for a safe trip away from it.
The universe is made up of its victims of its insecurities.
A human can label themselves as it.
And the skin can tingle when the tense air settled over it.
Every award can cause the awkward feelings of discomfort to arrive from the feeling of praise or lackthereof.
And the house made out of concrete can show you that labels of this do not matter, since it's impression is false.
But if you say that you're, the you're are being blinded by past interactions of this likelihood.
Awkward isn't bad.
It is true.
But it will never be the real you.