A Misfit Reflects Poem by Mary Champion

I never fitted in,
always stood outside the crowd.
Most people I know
have no interest in
most of the things
that most interest me.
But that is my problem -
not theirs.
So, on the whole,
I do not bore them rigid
prattling on about stuff
that fascinates me
and leaves them cold.
Furthermore,
I listen politely
while they give detailed accounts
of their tedious activities.
But, turns out,
that is not good enough for some.
Misfits are persona non grata -
even when they bend over backwards
trying not to offend,
trying to connect.