Skirting Round About Some Flirting

So now I feel embarrassed
As I was –
In awkward gait
For some reason
Uneasy,
Disparaged,
From my voice
Un-evolved in state
I couldn’t stop its sounds
Its torpid, lurid loud and unnecessary noise
It spoke in chokes
But of sense was devoid
I know I’m making more of this
I know I’m over-thinking
Stopping, starting,
Wincing, blinking,
Into an unsure stance
Where morons rule and round me dance
A chance
That might have weaved away –

Perhaps I just exaggerate
And everything will be okay