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: 
My community


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