Imposter

I used to think

The best poems were like a cool drink

A quick wake me up

Poured in a nice cup

​

And then I believed

The best poems burn deep

And dark, and stick

Never letting you out of their grip

​

Now I don’t know

My burns heal slow

And cool drinks make

My stomach ache

​

Maybe it’s just me

Maybe I’m not meant to be

​

I’m just a copycat

Trying to put up a convincing

act

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