Me And Myself....?

Whenever I think about myself,

I feel lonely without any help.

When I was about ten,

I thought to do a lot then.

But as I grew up,

All my dreams got sewed up.

 I just became a toy, 

And made my life without any joy.

Whenever I sit lonely,

I Used to think about my past only,

What I was, and what I am now,

The reason for this, no-one know,

All my comrades had reached high,

They are like kites flying in the sky,

I am there as I was before,

And I will be there always ,I'm sure.

All said "why you had left your glowing career,

For completing the dreams of others mere.

I am fed up of my life,

It seems to me like a sharp knife.

But I have to do something,

Oh god! Please give me those flying wings.

So that I can fulfill my targets,

And enlighten the name of my parents.