The imposter revisited

Holding my breath in case someone spots that I am an imposter, that I am not meant to be here, in this place of privileged and luxury, but where is it I should be, where other than just not here.  Such a bleakness I have no hope of finding the words so this little will suffice.

Plummeting down this darkness, once again, yet once again, and as I fall my memory is assaulted again, again and again with the question why did you not do anything, was I not important enough for you to do anything, something.

Do not know
Then I said the you don't know me at all.  It was said in annoyance, it was said...