“Imposter Syndrome”

This is not trauma.

This is not about my daddy or my mama.

This is low-key... no drama.

I felt like an abomination,

Like I deserved a nomination

For "Best Act."

No, I didn’t try.

This is just how I automatically react.

I crack at the guilt.

I feel... but I am stoic.

Holding on to this mask I built.

I know it won’t last.

But for now? I think fast.

And it’s just what comes out.

I can’t go back.

So I need to make up for what I lack. ...