The Butcher, The Baker, The Candle Burning

I see it clearer now.
I was self-deceived.
I ignored the black flag flying
Because I wanted to believe
What I wanted to believe.

I was never on the inside,
Never invited, not out of spite
But because I didn’t belong-
I didn’t fit in right.
I would have never fit right.

They couldn’t carve room for me
Or permit me to stay near,
Not because I’m no pirate,
Not just because I’m a come-here,
But because I’m a different creature altogether.

I’m a different problem.
It isn’t because they never cared.
There’s simply no room for a thing like me
In the kind of world they share.

And I should have known
Not to show up uninvited
Not to force the issue.