Imposter Syndrome

Sensory overload

Like salt on the wound
I'm stuck in this place, too
Confined to this tomb
I can't be removed

What if I don't belong?
What if they want me dead and gone?
I've been a failure all along

Lose sight of what I know
Another pill to the dome
Don't tell me that you feel me
Like you even fucking know

I can't see straight
Lose in this haze
This suffering
Is part of me

Where do I go?
Another fork in the road
Where do I go?
Imposter Syndrome takes hold
Fuck

Imposter Syndrome takes hold
It's calling mе home