Imposter Syndrome

Oh my heavy heart

Racing heart

Defeated heart.

 

Knees weak

Eyes bleak

 

And oh how desperately I seek,

Your approval.

 

I cannot measure up

To your perfect standards.

 

I am weak.

 

But oh how desperately I seek

Your approval.

 

My shaking voice and unsteady hands

Tell of my past I’ve had to withstand.

 

What have I gotten myself into?

I have no chance.

 

Along with my repeated failures,

This one is long overdue.

 

I look to my audience.

 

One look of grace

One smiling face.

 

It is your approval I seek.

But maybe

 

I first need to embrace

My very own.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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