Mastery of the art of self doubt
Paired with
With the possession of
Unwavering self confidence
The pairing seems impossible
Positively oxymoronic
And yet here I am
Blindly charging forth
While believing my very nature
Is one of failure
Arguing successfully for my abilities
While not believing a single word I utter
Is this imposter syndrome?
Are my words the truth?
Or is this privilege?
And I deserve none of what I have?
Are my thoughts correct?
I do not know.
And I fear that both results
Might destroy me
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