As i feel bad about me,
People ask me without knowing why,
What i miss that i am sad, that i cry,
What i miss that i feel that i dont have with life.

I say i miss being me with my friends,
To live in a world where i am myself,
I hate being tagged along with other people,
Where i have to pretend to be somebody else,

I miss the time i had for myself,
To pindown or sketch my inner thoughts,
When i lived for myself than anyone else,
But now i live a life for someone else,

As i feel bad about me,
Saying the things, thoughts and the worries,
People still manage to ask the same,
What i miss that i feel am a mess!

I miss my heart felt laugh,
Which is now replaced with a fake one,
I miss being fearless and move around,
Now i am a puppet under the command,

To be with my peer without fear,
Is it too much to ask for to be threatened??
May be its not the culture, but shouldn't i be happy?
When that someone gets everything and me nothing!

I feel so sad that it hurts bad,
And to be left with no way to escape,
Yet people believe all my thoughts are idiotic,
And ask what i miss that i complain...
:- Krishna