Why is my worth weighed in the voices of others?
Why is my progress measured in the approval of peers?
Why do I feel like an imposter in the shadow of my own achievements?
Why when I celebrate myself, I feel like I cheated?
People can tell me I've done well and they're proud,
But I doubt their sincerity once they turnaround.
I try to be positive and sometimes I succeed,
Until I remember the negative thoughts I can breed.
In regards to your opinion,
I don't care!
But I do, I don't want to but I do.
You want to reject me, that's fine goodbye.
I can handle it, I can manage.
Or can I?
I don't know what I'm doing here,
I'm just trying to get by and survive.
I can't be alone, I panic and cry,
Who am I, the image and persona?
Or the trembling shadow waiting to burn in the light?