The Impostor's Ballad

that feeling you get,

that you don't belong.

you're making it up,

you're getting it wrong.

why are you trying?

and continually lying?

you're never going to make it,

you'll never even fit

you hope you've got talent,

but that feels arrogant.

in the darkness of your mind there will always be a monster,

whispering in the shadows that 'you're an impostor.'

Poem #8