This is a very good poem, Eric. Perfect, I would say. From the first lines you feel the strength, the dilemma of the lyrical voice. If you hadn't talked about the Impostor Syndrome, I would have thought you were talking about anyone, yourself, anyone who might feel they don't belong in certain places or the idea of the mirror: that other looking back at me, it's not me. I think that many times we have felt like the lyrical speaker of this poem: we are others according to the spaces, a kind of social chameleon that mimics the environment. I hug you, my friend, and I hope you are enjoying the weather.