Impostor Syndrome

Who am I?

What am I?

How did I get away with it for so long?

The only person I managed to fool was myself
and now I’m left with the impostor.

The shell of the thing.

Now that there is no more striving and achieving
I am left with myself
and I thought I was so much more.
I thought I was different
I thought I wasn’t worth being ignored.

But now I have the stage
and see now the whole thing was staged.

Was I so blind?
Or could I not see all along?
That she was not me.
Just an impostor, lost in lies
roaming the earth eating up her next victim in disguise.