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Imposter

This poem was inspired after reading some of Fade's work for those who know who she is.

I guess I'm an imposter

The kind that wishes for others happiness

I don't even know if that's possible

In this world of a living sickness

I don't know what to do about it

For I am of an imposter

For this poor child that lost his mother

I'm am not even a helper

In this world of sickness

It took his mother

It takes others sons and daughters

it even takes others fathers

One day in this world of that living sickness

There will be a perfect cure

For some cures are only temporary

I am an imposter

I have told you many times

But for my heart aches

For those who have lost the ones dear

For this living sickness is called cancer

For the reason I am an imposter

Is because I am clean

Clean from the cancer that has taken so many lives

But yet here I live

This living sickness takes too many

How many more may it take

Until we can find the perfect cure

We will have to wait

Wait in agony knowing while we live

Others die

While we strive

But they crumble

Now I stand here In front of you

I am an imposter of those suffering

I am a imposter of those in need

I am an imposter of those who turn to dust

While we stand tall

Others fade

We are strong but they are stronger

For they have to bear the pain

The pain that is bestowed upon them

While they fight we do nothing

We are imposters