All the wasted work
Trying to be worthy
Of a place at your table
Instead I’m stuck outside
The chair pulled out from under me
I guess there wasn’t room
For someone that could see through
The charades you play
I hope you never know
How the world really works
May you always have
That space to run home to
Because you couldn’t make it
Without that warmth
And while I struggle
I’ll find it someday
But you’ll never know
That space of your own