Impostor

A poem about feeling like you don't belong

I live with kings 

who tower above,

with fancy robes

And unstained gloves.

They always seem so….

Golden.

I walk beside them.

Only two feet tall,

but when they run 

I always fall.

My feet are just too...

Heavy.

They carry crowns 

of gems and gold.

I’m not worthy,

or so I’m told,

to dream about something so…

Precious.

Still, I’m here,

And I’ll still smile.

Laugh it off.

Stay for a while.

I don’t think they realize I’m so…

Broken.

Sometimes I wonder

If it’s true 

If the crowns they wear

are something new?

Or are they just…

Gilded.

Like my crown too.

Author's Note

Does it flow? How is the structure?

Reviews

[EKS]

It takes courage to write about feeling like an impostor. The meaning in your poem is spot on. I don't feel qualified to help about the poetry as such, but I think a different word than Broken could be found to express what you're saying. Something less direct.