Imposter Syndrome

Those whining about phonies really ain't real

Holding insecurities, last name should be Caulfield

Oughta get some therapy, won't because they caught feels

Friendships lackin' clarity, cause they keep their thoughts sealed

Only talk it out with bots with preset conclusions

Wonder why it don't feel better, only more confusion

Never give it all they got, self-narrowing solutions

Cannot cope with all these thoughts, too many intrusions

Cannot even channel that denial into actions

Envious of everyone who chased their satisfaction

Lying to themselves until their memory's redaction

Always sliding backward cause their drive is lackin' traction