Cookies by Aila Fay

I have no delusions about what this is
Who I am, where I’ve been
I have no delusions about my place
What I’ll do, what I’ve done

But it’s a constant battle of
Convincing myself that I’m good enough
That I’m worthy and valid
And that I’m living my truth

The imposter syndrome is strong with this one
Ever-present residing in my cranium
Ironic that my self-doubt
Is the real intruder

Sometimes I feel sure-footed
Others like I’m up to my waist
Wading through the mud

• Folk
• folk pop
• indie
• indie folk
• short song
• singer songwriter
• single
• witchy folk
• Palmdale