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Impostor

January 7, 2022
By Anonymous

       Floating

In a world that should be familiar,

but isn’t.

I wonder…

If I’ll ever drift back

Watching 

my hands move 

as foreign puppets,

Dancing on their little strings

  that I do not control

I wonder

if they’ll ever 

break free

Words 

come from my mouth

 that I did not speak,

And I wonder 

who is speaking them

Who is in my body

Not me


The author's comments:

I disassociate often, and I wanted to write a poem about how it makes me feel. It can be really exhausting and confusing somethimes.


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