Hands

FallingAwake2

A response to stress,

I’m a nervous mess,      

And, I just don’t know

what to do with my hands.

I’m awkward in charm,

Drink connects with palm,

But what do I do with my hands?

I pretend to inspect,

My nails I dissect,

Tell me, what do I do with my hands?

So, I stick them inside,

My jean pockets to hide,

It’s something to do with my hands.

So socially stagnant,

Movement to prevent,

I’ll die if I don’t find– 

Just what do I do with my hands?

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2023 00:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: My social anxiety using my hands as the focal point.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • NinjaGirl

    I've always wondered this myself, what are you supposed to do with your hands when talking to someone?

    By your sides = Weird, like a soldier
    Crossed = You look angry or mad
    Behind you = You're hiding something
    Grabbing one wrist = Just looks awkward
    Out/up = Weirdo, what are you doing? Starfish?

    I will spend my whole life searching for the answer I swear.

  • ChrisLyn🕊

    My hands just do an awkward dance ..



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