Letras
Sitting in this meeting room
Feeling like impending doom
Everyone seems so much smarter
I'm just faking being a starter
In this career that chose me
Or did I choose it? Can't see
The difference anymore
Behind this professional door
They'll find out I don't belong
That I've been fooling them for long
Any day now they'll discover
That I'm just another bluffer
Impostor syndrome's got me down
Wearing anxiety like a crown
Everyone else seems so sure
While I'm just trying to endure
This feeling that I don't deserve
The success that I preserve
By working twice as hard each day
To keep the doubts at bay
Googling everything I should know
Pretending expertise I don't show
Really having, but I fake it
Till I make it, or I break it
Colleagues throw around big words
That sound like foreign verbs
To my untrained, anxious ear
Living in constant fear
Maybe everyone's pretending
Maybe we're all just blending
Insecurity and confidence
In professional incompetence
The truth is no one has it figured out
We're all just filled with doubt
Trying to do our best each day
In our own fumbling way
Impostor syndrome's got me down
Wearing anxiety like a crown
Everyone else seems so sure
While I'm just trying to endure
This feeling that I don't deserve
The success that I preserve
By working twice as hard each day
To keep the doubts at bay
Maybe I do belong here
Maybe my thoughts aren't so clear
About my own abilities
Time to face my insecurities
And realize that I've earned
Everything that I have learned
Impostor syndrome's just a lie
Time to hold my head up high