Imposter Syndrome

A pale face replaces

tanned skin.

A shaky hand tries to steady

to no avail.

The sudden

crushing

weight

of thirty one years worth of failure

has derailed

this fragile moment.

It’s a violent crash

hard

against the world of a complete

and utter stranger.

Words minuscule but malicious.

Enough to bring my ‘good morning’

to a screeching halt.

Enough to shatter my frail ego.

The horror of it all sets deep within the

crevasses above my brow.

A twisted wreck is unveiled stretching

far and wide across my wretched face.

A stale conversation resembles hell.

repeating.

repeating.

repeating.

While my guts churn

and I am turned inside out!

Caught in a relentless whirlpool

of familiar terror.

Wide eyes scream in panic!

Dilated pupils caught

in the light of their scrutiny!

The air thins down to nothing.

My god.

Does everybody know?

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