These days, I feel like an impostor
When people call me kind
I feel nothing like that
Because all I really am
Is someone who tries to be kind
And I fail woefully at it most days
I wonder if they know that
Or do they only see the moments
Where I succeed at it
And think of me as something I am not
Surely, a kind person
Wouldn't have to try so hard to be
They would just be. Right?
Sometimes I think it might be my doing
Maybe it's that, I want you to think that I am
Maybe I can't bear to be seen as anything but.
So you see. I am not kind
I am nothing but an impostor.
