Impostor

IMPOSTOR
The jury’s out, I’ll wait to see
It’s my time now, I’m going to be
Hung up on what my faite should be
Is this thing real, I cannot tell
Am I an impostor in this world, I’m not myself
This hollow pain that just frustrates, it’s eating at my soul.
Find myself staying here without a shade of doubt
I’m not the answer as much as I am the cause
Now I’m a part of this I don’t know what went wrong
It’s not my fault, at least that’s what I tell myself.
Don’t think I’m something that I’m not
To jump that far before the start
I put the effort in my life
I’m up and down, torn by strife
I’m in the middle of myself, and I can’t win
I’m sure there is a point at which the both of us can meet.