What if who you saw wasn't me?
This posture, this smile
An illusion for the world to see
What if everything was only a wall
The smallest defense
To make me feel tall
The voice inside gives a cry
IMPOSTER
Until the day that I die
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Thoughts
PoetryI have too many thoughts inside my head, but I can't get myself to tell anyone who might care.
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What if who you saw wasn't me?
This posture, this smile
An illusion for the world to see
What if everything was only a wall
The smallest defense
To make me feel tall
The voice inside gives a cry
IMPOSTER
Until the day that I die