Nimble Soles

I find it hard to say things in a better way Probably best to save face For another day when I've had time to think Delaying for the sake of safety Diving deep inside my own fragile mind Knowing exactly what I'll find The lies I tell myself make me sick and I'll never get better A constant affliction of imposter syndrome One sided with two faces, always treading the line Between what I say and what I mean Falling short of meeting halfway When caution comes calling I speak soft and breath often For these moments are easy to get lost in All that you know are tales told tall You can't brace for impact after the fall If we're being honest, would apologies matter at all I foresee the next repeat Fool you once, full entice, no surprise I am living inside-out I am a constant affliction of imposter syndrome One sided with two faces, always treading the line Between what I say and what I mean