Social Stigmata

The guy at the party who
Tends to stand in that
One corner the whole time
Picking at the label on
His beer bottle;

The one at the end of the
Bar, shoulders hunched
Forward as he peers around
From below his ball cap at
The rest of the room, alone;

The friend who insists that
When out with you they
Sit where he can see the room,
Who’s best friends know well
Enough to pick a booth where
He can keep his back to the wall;

The guy staying home alone most
Weekends when everyone else is
With their families or out on the
Town being social – and when he’s out
Tends to get looks for seeming awkward;

The guy at work you know who seems
Pretty cool but is just a little bit
Off in some way, always tired – but
Might make you uncomfortable now and again;

The guy with PTSD – yeah, that guy…

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.
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2 Responses to Social Stigmata

  1. J says:

    You may feel off, but I see you as a friend. The quiet conversations are better than those held in a crowded room. Less is more for me too.

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