Sometimes I feel
It doesn’t matter
How much evidence is provided
To disprove my feelings
Of inadequacy and self-doubt
The imposter will remain
With the keys that I gave
What if they see it too
Sneaky, sly, and slick
It has more than just one trick
Even I am just a fool
To this self-created ghoul
I look in the mirror
And my reflection becomes clearer
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the fairest
Of them all
Not you Imposter
Not you
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Misha Kelly
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
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It’s hard sometimes to find your authentic self , but when you find your true self and accept who you are, you won’t feel like an imposter anymore