I Love a Good Self Sabotage
Imposter syndrome is one of the many ironies of life.
Despite my protests in therapy, I must love a good self-sabotage
since no matter what I do any success feels like it must be a mirage
because I'm blind that my desert is actually an oasis and, unfulfilled,
and I keep Sisyphus-ing my self-esteem up false sand dune hills
Everything I've ever been or could be, I worry, will be nothing but a wash.
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R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
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Ooooh I feel that! ❤️😩