In a world
Where judgement
Precedes knowledge
Prejudice before
Understanding
In an era
Where world tries
To make you
Someone else
Weaves a tale
That suits their
Narratives
A world where
You are a misfit
You feel naturally
Like an imposter
In a world
Everything seems
Staged and performative
A doll’s house perhaps
Anything original
Is constantly doubted
Needing proof
A world which
Keeps validating lies
Creating false narratives
And a cloud of confusion
What else can you feel
But an imposter?
There are masks
Behind masks, underneath masks
Agendas hiding agendas
Like Martyoshka dolls
All identical and empty
A riot of shamelessness
Arrogance of patriarchy
What else can you be?
But an Imposter
Shape shifting, flowing
Trying to fit in
But feeling half empty
And also overwhelmed
You didn’t ask for this ride
You didn’t ask for these lies
Or these false narratives
Not sure who is
Hallucinating here
Me or you ?
Or who is the imposter?
Me? Or You?
Or the humanity itself!!
Mad Decadence 