The Impostor

I am desperately trying to craft a person

Only managing to hold my flaws together

And I don't know how to be what I'm not

Holding on to nothing

Empty hands on heavy arms

that only wish to contain

I am desperately trying to give

things I wish I held but don't

in empty hands with heavy arms

They drag me deeper and deeper

like a lead weight, sinking, weeping

And I don't know how to be what I'm not

Reviews

[Willys Watson]

This is wonderful verse that captures why many have felt were 'flaws' in their lives.

[Starling]

Thank you so much!