Imposter Syndrome

I sometimes try but obviously am bound to more often than not fail To hide behind my cocoon spun silken webb of lie's For fear of otherwise being exposed that I doth not possess any or little or no intrigue or mystery at all Besides what you see cowering dastardly in front of you here before you now So mistakenly I take a bow forgetting rather I should have been curtseying instead But regretfully for me my head over rules my heart When like baby I feel trapped and am unable to react and am forced into a corner As fear has stolen from me my confidence and silenced my voice so I dare not wish speak out As I am so frozen statuesque dumbstruck to the point I can not even in or through the graceful ambient language of sign Have the ability nor emotional depth to display the sense of inner turmoil pulsating through my veins down to my core And the reason why what not only I but the world sees now in I is Someone suffering from a terminal case of Imposter Syndrome