Robert the Imposter: A Poetic Short Story

Who am I?

 

They call me Robert – why do they do this?

 

Am I the man who manages myself?

 

What’s behind my skin?

 

Who is controlling me?

 

I know it’s not me.

 

I’m just a pizza delivery boy.

 

I didn’t ask to be put in a management position of such complexity.

 

Why did I choose to be who I am?

 

Why don’t I have any control over the victor?

 

Is that what life is?

 

One big time period to see if each human hands over their control?

 

You won on day one.

 

I didn’t ask for this.

 

You see, the inner complexities of a pizza delivery boy can be similar to a mathematician’s.

 

The voice in our head that mimics our every move – mocks us for what we are and aren’t.

 

Am I a pizza delivery boy?

 

Or am I a human?

 

Does my job directly correlate with my worth in society?

 

Or does my ability to communicate factor into my worth?

 

What about my courage?

 

My kindness?

 

What I choose to do now, when no one is looking.

 

No one is watching me as dramatized, genuine kindness seeps into my soul.

 

I was never God.

 

Therefore, I apologize.

 

But I am no pizza delivery boy.

 

I am merely a human who thinks, acts, and says.

 

A human who now cares.

 

by: Corey Rose