Socially Abnormal Poem by Paul Moosberg

Social situations,
With ways that make me shake
Social inhibitions,
With ways of bringing ache

Aches from all positions,
Can tell that I’m not right
Aches on my depictions,
Can tell I’m in a fight

Fight across my missions,
My inner struggling
Fight across conditions,
My lack of juggling

So juggling the struggled mission,
My condition’s without pride

Start fighting off the right position,
As depictions run inside

My aching shakes the situation,
Inhibitions need a guide

I wish I were to wash my normal,
But my normal’s gone and died