Imposter Syndrome

We see ourselves unimpeded initially Some are stricken with a view artificially We are told by others very specifically There is a ceiling so proceed timidly We try in vain with no support futilely As we age blazing the path dizzily Sometimes we see the results dismally Eventually we learn to climb skillfully We began to achieve sufficiently Eventually finding success brilliantly Living life with dreams so vividly Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly We remain in the arena mistily Each overcautious step taken judicially We endure the voice shouting viciously The battle to continue is done willfully