Be one

You are strange to everybody.
In the place, which is so crowdy,
By the garbage-minded people,
Who think that they are all skilful
And have rights to grade and press,
To show norms of etiquette.
When they start to coalesce,
And you always give a heck.

Tell me, dear, what is the matter?
Why are you steady offended?
Just attempt to be way smarter
Than the things that are repellent.
Social circle's terrified
By creative, prudent ones.

To attain a real chance,
You are bounded to fight.
If you just dully obey,
Rather than show your potential,
Shallow life is right your way.
Stop, relax, and have a leisure.