Melancholia

Impostor

Who am I? 

Defined through lies

Trying to be someone

When feeling like a nobody

Here, I say it openly

 

Doing nothing right

No strength left to fight

Pressure to perform

Strangling my neck tight

The only thing that I can see

Everyone is better than me

 

Can’t compete with perfection

Not able to reach satisfaction

What if they find out?

That nothing is 

What I’m all about?

 

Making them unable to see

That I hide in mediocrity

Rather be silent than loud

Feeding any words of praise

To my voracious self-doubt

 

Just want to fit in

Not eating their dust

But my shoes are heavy

Slowing all ambitions down

It’s me I do not trust

To wear the winner’s crown