Imposter


I envy the ones
that never seem to suffer
the imposter syndrome

walks tall, head held high
confident clapping steps
in smart suit corridors

slips away unruffled
casually brushing off
dandruff shoulders

hands never seen 
shoulder deep in cookie jars
the real imposters
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  1. I was an imposter once, Ulle, but I got caught out —

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