Too Different To Be Different

I really don't care if this is good, or if you like it. I also don't care if it doesn't follow a poem scheme of rhyming or not rhyming.
Wrote it while waiting for the bus in a thought state.
Amongst the "friends," I made there of the anime club, I STILL stand out. They love anime and obsess, but they still have life on the side and other friends. They may be in art, but they still know how to live in the world.
So why can't I, no matter how hard I try....see the real world? Instead I'm usually daydreaming, thinking back of something, or lost in the imagination...Art automatically goes to manga scenes, stories, automatically go to fiction, how to solve a problem? Let's think back on how some character did it! Music? "Oh, this song soo fits that scene or that character madeup/cannon." There is NOTHING I do or think of in this world that can be tied to realism.
Fiction = rolemodel?

I ALWAYS feel alienated in real life. Even when in groups that share my same interests. Because apparently I'm still worse than them...