Cry of a Genius...(Fictious)

Sometimes i wish why i am the way i am
i wish i could be someone else,someone ordinary or say more than extra ordinary in my sense
Things what they look are not what they actually are
If someone will look deep inside they would see pain and nothing else
In the midst of all the accolades theres a man standing , hungry and for some ordinary things,
things which might me ordinary for any normal human being but i'm not just that lucky to have a bit of it.
People want to be like me , a genius but in real sense i dont want anyone to be in my shoes.
Things that seem so flowery are just a wrapping on a thorny bush.
My life has been a thorny ride with the a garnish , tempting to even the most blessed ones.
The scent hallucinates people of an exemplary lifestyle but inside the man is struggling even for his basic happiness
The materialistic happiness is nothing compared to what pleasure it gives to be plain ordinary,
to be one among the thousands.
But now i know its like this and i can't change anything because i wasn't born with a solution to my problems
nor i can change any of the things .
so inspite of strangling inside my cocoon i should find my piece of happiness in happiness of others.
Maybe my extra ordinary talents can be benefit to some of the common ones and can make others happy.
Maybe making people find their piece of happiness will be able to help me find my own share of happiness to.