Imposter Syndrome

I often feel as if

It’s only a matter of

Time

Before I’m found out

As fraudulent.

Like these lines

Leak lies that vaguely resemble

Love.

But who am I?

To lay claim on what’s

Divine?

As if half hearted words

Assorted as putrid poetry could

Ever

Truly capture the essence

Of what it means to be

Alive.