Imposter in It's happened, what now.

I think I’m an imposter,
As fake as plastic plants
I look as real as you do
If you only take one glance

But if you happen deeper
Below the surface that you see
You’ll find I’m an imposter
You’ll find a different me.

At church they say I’m lovely
They compliment my clothes
But when I look into the mirror
I see the words they should have chose

Ugly, fat, misshapen
Are written in my eyes
I know I’m not as pretty
As they tell me with their lies

Good mother, patient, kind
Other mothers say to me
But they wouldn’t say that
If they knew what they don’t see.

They don’t see all the mistakes
I made before today
The big ones that have the consequence
Of turning blue skies grey

Once they hear my story
They tell me I am strong
I don’t know how to tell them
Their assumptions are all wrong

The real me is afraid
The real me isn’t strong
The real me isn’t pretty
The real me does not belong

I am not this fake on purpose
I don’t do it consciously
It’s just that what I am
Doesn’t match with what they see

They give me compliments
Like confident, well spoken
But inside I am so confused
It’s not me, I’m far too broken

Everywhere I go
I’m as real as I can be
But everyone who interacts
Meets a different kind of me

I’d like to meet this person
That they seem to know so well
But she’s hidden from my view
Where she hides I cannot tell

I’d like to know her secret
How she appears instead of me
And how I can become her
And feel completely free

I guess for now we’re partners
The imposter that they see
Is helping hide the real version
That always wants to flee.