impostor syndrome

I have impostor syndrome

And it screams when the colors bleed down

Faces become plaintiffs

They crawl from beneath a stiff mattress

One eye open makes for guilt itself

Watched my elation stand before me

It’s sickening in the subsiding acid rain

The blood on my hands dances

But the red in the mirror is colder

It crawls deeper; I always succumb

The comparison’s half-baked, she says

But my pretense could say the same

Gave myself some foul nerve

Found it on twin jet-black planets

Between my ears, lightyears from sanity

Find me awake, serenade me a farewell song

No remorse had you seen my landing;

The morale has forever been gone

- M. Rose