Impostor Syndrome

I wore my black gowns,
wanted to swallow light was out to
swell and grow and glow in the dark

Don't wanna show you my eyes,
don't owe you my eyes won't take
off those shades, hide in plain sight

Maybe it's a waste
All these words that will never meet the
ear I showed up late for taking off my shades

Spent years building character and today I'm getting
paid infiltrated ranks of poets, I wonder how long before
My cover is blown

Maybe it's a waste
All these words that will never meet the
ear I showed up late for taking off my shades

Can't you see
I'm just the messenger
Will self destruct in five four three two one let my guards down

Endlessly inside my head again

Will self destruct in five four three two one I keep it to myself