I found my words lacking, my face was not as expressive as I wished.
My delivery was dry, my hair flailing my confidence waning.
Of all the trials I’ve bested this was a new strange.
An anomaly on the elevated life stage.
You see there was a beautiful female who I’d begun talking with.
Her countenance was shy so I didn’t need to be guarded instead.
I stayed as long as I could and was utterly captivated.
I was caught up in our talks when I remembered.
They came pouring like a stream:
All my flaws all at once
I was short and pudgy
I was not conventionally funny
I was an addict once
I had failed at almost everything I tried
She was successful and was probably tired
Of seeing flailing corpses be charming
Sometimes when its cold my features can look more alarming
I walked like I kicked a stone every step
I run like a vat of jello on the highway
I don’t eat a lot so my body conserves
I then over eat and add to my fatty reserves
I hide affection for people because it seems weird to be honest
I only care about my family
I have few friends to speak of when I’m honest
I get honest without alcohol inside of me
They came pouring and the situation changed
Because I could not now have a talk with her
I’d have to leave as soon as she had left I bailed
I’d rather forget my face at a bar