Misfit

I wonder if I am a misfit

When friends want to eat

Why is it that I want to sit

And read a book

When there is a party

And mindless chatter all around

How am I not able to see the joy in the countdown to the next Louis Vuitton purse

I could sit on a chair thinking about a perfect word like the lone horse

For the whole day

Perhaps I am a misfit in the world full of worldly wise

Where everyone is trying to show only the good side

What matters most is their public persona

Kindness is a word that’s fit for the books and shows only

Perhaps I am a misfit expecting right as being absolute

Where right is just a long suit that people wear to hide their scarred selves.