Imposter Syndrome

I said
Don't you get it?!
I'm not supposed to be here
Airing the product of my agony
I own the prices to Blame
And the want curates the cave

Well, if I spend praises of high focused on what I deserve, can I find some mercy in the remains of what I don't?

I should've never made it out of that room
The act doesn't explain
The panic of pause
My mask is poise invoice
Denial secrets
If only I had mattered

If I had really mattered then why isn't this working yet?
(Tell me)

Collision left undone
My ability to look back
Or understand what it means to meet a present moment

All the gods I reanimate upon my mantel
Were just a waste of crows
Blessing me with remorse

Twisting less from the ground where I was covered
Each breath posed as if to claim another
Teething from the mound where I now hover
My life resounds in waves to claim another one

I saw the images of the mourning note
Innocence lost and deformed us
Is that not enough?!