Tears Rolling On My Pages

Life is an adventure, tough ups and downs.
Running after everything, acting like clowns.

Sad and unsatisfied, rolling tears all down. 

Not many chances, difference between white and Brown.

All the time I wonder, that's what I really do.  

Dying to join my favorite event crew.

People are mean, but lovely only few.

Waiting after fools, what in it is new.                     

People stealing talents, one's attention all they drew.

But tears on my pages, all everywhere they stain.
Trumbling down my cheeks, like a heavy rain.

 People see the art, but no one sees the pain.

 And people often ask me, Do you have any brain?