The conversation runs deep and ears strain to hear every word. Patiently each one awaits their turn to speak and be heard. Me ... I’m far away, lost in my own thoughts, unable to concentrate on what the others have to say. A feeling of distress, disappointment and distraction takes over me the minute they begin to talk. I find my mind drifting instead of holding steady. An unbearable suffocation overpowers me and makes me feel horribly out of place, with these people who look like strangers to me. I feel a disconnection, a distracted disconnection to the conversation and these strangers posing as my friends. I’m not like them you see. I’m a misfit - a reminder of everything that is different in the world, a stranger, a pretender. I’m a misfit - a troublemaker, a rogue, an oddball . I am a misfit and I hope I never change .
Piece of the puzzle That seems to just not fit in Is termed a misfit