Imposter Syndrome

Imposter Syndrome.

It’s a tricky thing

You smile and laugh,

But inside you sting.

You hide away from those who see your outside

And sometimes yourself, in order to survive. 

What is this feeling?

This feeling of dread

The life is good

You are not dead.

Sure, you’re falling apart

You throw up your pain

And call it art

It’s dark inside,

But outside you’re light,

You deserve this pain happiness

That comes your way

But why

Why is the dark still dark?

Sure there are stars 

that shine bright,

But not enough to bring in light.

Into this home,

Into this soul,

Into this dark space,

That this body holds. 

Full of pain,

And trauma,

Of loneliness

And drama.

It’s a heavy thing

To hold,

Such dark stories

That mold you

Into this person 

Who fears the worst

Who looks around

And hurts first

Giving no one the chance

To see the truth.

Imposter Syndrome

-- BlackFox