Anvi Tuteja, Poems, the real me, the wandering poet

dream

i can’t even tell if i’m dreaming
can’t even realise this feeling
of being free to be me

i hear their voices
i hear them laugh
i hear them make me feel like
i don’t deserve this right
that i call mine

but you can’t stop my dreaming
you can’t even take it away from me
you can steal my life
but you can’t steal my right
to dream, to see, to believe

that i could be
anything i wanted to be
i believe, that i can dream
of something better
a brighter letter

this is my dream
this is my reality
and who’s to say, which is which?

this is my life
this is my right
this is my dream to be
something better
than what they made me

tell me i lie
tell me i’m scared
tell me anything you want
tell me to be something else
i won’t listen because i am more

call me a liar
call me a snitch
call me a broken part
go ahead
i won’t break

because i am more
than the monster
you made me believe i was

ANVI TUTEJA
This is NOT the End…

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