Imposter

Imposter syndrome

takes center stage

lifts the mic to chapped lips

and lies about my authenticity.

I’m chained to the center front row,

forced to listen,

forced to witness,

the slander that falls from a dishonest tongue.

I bruise my wrists trying to escape,

I fight against its attempts to rewire my mind,

alter my chemistry,

And make its disdain for truth my foundation.

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