My first successful poetry

Enjoy :)

No title.

I grew up, and drew lots of dreams
and tried to make 'em true, while I walk in life's stream.
I had problems, when life got harder
and to solve them, I had to be smarter
and I had people, to cry on their shoulders
and find them when I need some soldiers
that'll protect me when i'm rounded with starngers
and would never ever get me close to danger,
they were like the shiny stars in the dark sky
for once they appear and for another they're like good-bye.
sometimes I want to cry
but something comes and makes me fly
to my memories and the good timez
so I try to be a bit glad
but pain doesn't go just like that
so, sadly, I turn in my way
and in my memory I see the sad days
then I do really cry and cry
and erase that half smile.
I do that when I'm alone
and when I feel that I badly long
for a hand to tap my back
and make me forget the awful smack
of the tears that were always burst
for no reason, from the east to west.
I just let them go down
let them go down...
what do you think I should call my life?
A tear? or a smile?

Tell me what you think :).