Bleak feeling It could be so many things Imposter syndrome Fear and paranoia rehashing what's already happened in a perfect tragic poem The worst thing it could be is justified Or maybe the worst thing is being blind to the big tall wish They're both equally awful The best thing The best thing would be for this feeling to go The best thing would be if I could know, deep in my bones, that what I hope is real is just, real For now, I feel like there's something off This tiny niggling dread And I'm trying to hate it, I'm trying to fight it I'm trying to hope by performing hope Maybe that will be enough |