On the Outside of the Inside

The Outside of the Inside.

I stand on the outside of the inside.
I am alone among the many.
I have a card that makes me a member,
for this I paid a pretty penny.

Looks of approval are seldom.
They come from those who, just like me,
stand on the outside of the inside
thinking this was the place to be.

Whispers as loud as thunder.
Intentions never to be sly.
Instead it's meant to let you know
your place is still outside.

I've seen your type
I've heard your ramble
I see your life
It's all in shambles

This gathering of the pompus.
A masquarade of self-important twits.
You preach of helping and kindness
but you really could give two bits.

I feel sorry for you, I really do
You make judgment on the new.
You keep your clique among you
Your population's few.

You promised acceptance
You showed me a mirage
I was alone in the desert
so I bought your card.

You flung your doors open and let me in
After, you made sure I knew
I was on the outside of the inside.
I was not as good as you.

I have seen your type in every guild
be it in politics or religion.

I thank God I am standing
on the outside of the inside

I will never be like you.