Impostor Syndrome

It's Monday again, and you haven't slept. 

Why is it that right before sleeping, right after lying down our mind tells us our fears? Lying down resonates with throbbing thoughts. Deep down, you know you don't know, and why you are where you are now.  A faking Master's student. A professor wannabe and a forever dreamer for lack of action.

What if others find out?

What if they notice that you  don't have any idea what you're doing?

You know what? Screw it. All the world's a stage.

They probably don't know too, and they won't even notice, 'cos they're busy faking it.