Deep in thought
I glance at my hands
Shaking from feeling inadequate
I should have aimed higher
Pushed the envelope.
I am embarrassed of my so called
accomplishments
Petty accomplishments

All at once these feelings and
thoughts come and go from
nowhere lately though, it seems…
they never leave… perpetual sorrow
This is who I am now

I’m sick of being put on a pedestal,
I dread the day when they find out
I’m not as brilliant and bright as
they think I am
I am nobody, I am nothing, why
can’t they see that

I’ve become so good at pretending
I have now fully become what was
portrayed

The veil will pulled at any moment,
I’m failing to contain the lies,
It’s exhausting
Bursting at the seams
I will be unmasked.