Success

I tell them that I am happy ,
but I know it's a lie .
I keep on smiling ,
but all I want to do is just to cry .

With all the birds soaring high,
I don't even know where is my sky.
My every attempt to copy their's ,
brings me down,
closer to the ground.

There is always a hidden road to success,
That's what people say ,
But all I want to ask them,
Is that the only way ?
If success is so inevitable,
then why not me ?
Or is it too narrow
that I just cannot see.?

The answer to all this ,
I think my heart always lies,
that a day would come
when even you would touch the skies........