I feel like an imposter
Wearing a second skin,
Painted with all the things
People want to see;
But like a snake,
I’m ready to shed
And get rid of the little
White lies I tell myself
And those around me.
I am a cliche phoenix
Born again from the ashes
With brighter feathers
And stronger wings
And I am free to fly
Or to stay.
I choose my own path,
A divine path,
A kind path.
I will fly,
I will be happy,
And I will be wild.