I am a Writer


'Who am I!' said I, 'thing of light.'
On that day my soul grew happy
My passion is the silent application
Who am I - the giver of my dreams
Once upon a midnight dear
I am a writer

I am a writer.
I wonder what it will feel like to be liked by people genuinely
I hear the sound of clapping when I graduate from a great college.
I see an auditorium full of people
I want to be loved for who I am
I am a writer.

I pretend I am giving a speech that everyone including God loves.
I feel proud of myself for not giving up
I touch my diploma and hugged by my friends
I worry that this may not happen in real life, as it’s in my imagination
I cry that my dreams may not come through but stop.
I am a writer.

I understand how much I will be angry with myself later on if I give up
I say that when I become my dreams, in reality, I will already be liked
I dream about being the best I can be and having my dreams here
I try to do this by doing my work well and going the extra mile.
I hope my dreams come true and I have a lovely friendly group
While achieving my ultimate dreams.
I am a writer.

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