The Gap

I feel like an imposter, there is a glaring know-do gap, 

When I can't apply in daily life, I give psychology a bad rap.  

Devouring books on relationships, doesn't lead to bonds that are strong,

To hoard one's learning, and not experiment, is on many levels so wrong.   

 

I feel like a fraud, there is a searing say-do gap,

I talk about mission zero suicide, all I do is make an app.

Detached from the students' reality, hidden behind a cold interface,

I may proclaim lives saved, but when someone dies, for me what grace?

 

I feel like I'm burnt out, there is a painful belief- behavior gap,

I've stopped being driven by ideals, at any moment I can snap.  

Work that needs to be done, is bereft of meaning or grandeur,  

The more I try to en-cash my dreams, the more I'm left poor.

 

All gaps hurt, some sting more, the worst is do-achieve gap,

When I pour my heart in all I do, and there are no laurels in my lap.