Sometimes we feel like a colourless wall,

Sometimes we feel like a colourless wall,
Instead of many colours around us,
We are left fade and hopeless.
Sometimes , we feel like a star,
We feel worst and lonely,
Among the herds of people.
Sometime we feel like a wilted bud,
Which have to be detached one day,
From its entire environment.
Sometimes the feeling of disappointment,
Are more stronger than anything else.
Sometime our expressions are too short,
That our experience cannot fit into it.