We are more than one thing
I am confident, it’s not a mask
But I can shake with insecurity
All that shameful history
Every misstep and misspoken word
Movies in my brain
Every blemish, every bloating
Little papercuts of pain
I hear the word imposter
It’s a whisper in my mind
That what I have is not deserved
Who am I to speak so loudly
What do I know, and is it kind?
But then look at all that I know
All that I am learning
It’s disconcerting how I swing
Between drawing in self-doubt
And believing I could be king
With Love,
Natalie