They see her walk down the street
She looks put together
Nice outfits with a good purse
Heels striking the sidewalk
In her usual cadence.
The look of confidence
The appearance that she’s ready to take on the world
Doesn’t match what’s going on inside her head.
She’s worrying about that deadline next week
She’s struggling to be excited for her vacation
She feels like the weight of the world is on her shoulders
With no one to help relieve the pain.
The imposter syndrome is strong today
Why is she the one with the responsibility?
Her judgment has never been the best
But for some odd reason
Her judgment in this job
Is the best there is.
People tell her daily
How valued she is,
But she never believes them.
Because for far too long
She was told
How worthless she was.
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