Not the same

I can tell when I don't fit in.
I can tell when I am not the same as the rest of the group.
Nice people, just not the same personalities.
And when this happens I find myself judging the others.
This is not OK.
But it happens.
I miss my old town.
I miss the people there.
We may not have all been the same, but at least I felt like the same things were important to everyone.
Here I feel like there is so much frivolousness.
And the things that are important are superficial.
And the things that should be important, aren't.
And it's fake.
And it makes me sad.
And I miss my old town.