![]() ImpostorA Poem by veewrites![]() 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. © 2020 veewritesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 22, 2020 Last Updated on June 22, 2020 Tags: poem, impostor syndrome, inferiority Author
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