Trapped in the Glass.....

I see you standing there talking, I am just listening wanting to join in that conversation so bad. but knowing I am so different. knowing I do not fit in. what would I say? how would I carry myself? would you laugh at me? I just go home and cry. Knowing I do not fit in that world.  My mind thinks different, I act different (so I am told) I do not think I do!!!!.  they all say I am aggressive. what the hell are  they talking about? I have a mental illness. I trying to be normal. I see that I am not. I am smart enough to see I do not fit into your society. my mental shit isn't bad enough where I do not see you laugh on the inside!!!!!    I have always been that damn outsider. How would you like to be the sand trapped in the glass?