imposter syndrome
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I live inside
A mask, built
With four walls
And four corners
I've cut
And while I poke
Holes with my
Knife-shaped fingers,
I'm still refused
The pleasure of
God-given air
It's my friends
It’s when they no longer wait for me
It’s being moved to a different group
It’s third wheeling in a relationship they don’t recognize
I fight a mental battle each and every day.
No, it's not what you think. It is more imposterous as such.
I believe I am the weakest link in the knight's chain mail armor.
