the imposter
you are the flower in the field that is yet to bloom the one overflowing with colours concealed by trauma existing in a space you do not belong mingling with those who could not imagine the journey you took to overcome the obstacles denying you access to this field and they are performative allies actors reciting a script methods of their empathy does not resonate with your lived experience and you grew in a dark room so you struggle to bloom in the light you struggle to hide the scars that leaves you feeling like an outcast despite the years of existing within this field the years of dimming your exposure the years of drinking their water because you are not them they will never relate to you you can exist in their field but you will always be the flower waiting to bloom