Imposter Syndrome

Who am I to know?
 To taste it makes me nervous
 When nobody deserves a thing
 Laced inside my skin
 Pull the string and watch my head move
 Anyway that they desire to
 Little white lie
 I've forgotten what it's like to be honest
 A character
 And i've been playing the part for most of my life
 You plant the seed of self doubt
 Like a weed it'll grow
 Try to pull out the thorns
 But they're sinking in deeper
 Carve its mark into skin
 For all else to see
 Cover up as you can
 Nobody wants the real you
 In the absence, all alone
 Paper conscience, cardboard bones will start to tear
 Paint me anyway you'd like
 Skip the brush and grab the knife
 Who am I to know?
 To taste it makes me nervous
 When nobody deserves a thing
 Laced inside my skin
 Pull the string and watch my head move
 Anyway that they desire to
 Ever crashing tides
 I've forgotten what it's like to be alive for once
 Reflect on what it means
 When I can't recognize the person staring back
 When you happen to find out
 Will you promise to let me know?
 Hanging loose in it's frame
 Out of place, sits the picture
 Of a time when youth had
 Kept the string out of my throat
 Choking on every cry of:
 But I still feel like a kid, so