Physically close but intellectually far... a misfit is what you are.

But I am happy to watch you laugh loudly and socialize freely. But sometimes I feel a disconnect; Between me, you and them. I get lost in conversation because I don't understand.

Sometimes I feel like the less I am like them; then, the more indifference builds between us two.

Sometimes I don't get you, but they do.

They live with you, and I live without you.

I am a misfit that blends in but not really because I can feel the divide. The divide that brings the social anxiety high. I’ll never get over the fact that I am an outsider and seniority doesn’t even matter.

I don’t ever even get the insiders all I see are social barriers.

Social barriers,

Space between us,

I’ll never be enough.

A misfit is what I’ve become.