I dont know how to discribe this one....I have real bad moods some time...this is how I take it all out.....


Standing on the outside



I have never been in a state
where i am now....
never been so confused...
uncertain of what i doo....
frustrated....thats what iam
at what i dont know....
afraid of mistakes i made.....
afraid of the stinging feeling ....
afraid of the sudden numbnesss that creeps through ...
as if iam about to loose.....
what i so dearly guard
as if iam
Standing on the outside


this feeling of being lost
is killing me.......
as if every breath i take
isnot mine..but somone else's
as if all i have now is
someones mercy.....
as if every moment i live
indepted to someone
all the time wanting it to end....
no...this is not life
I think I am dead
and standing at hell...no...
Standing on the out side


I had always been different....
someone else would never understand
that is what is so disappointing
to know...all I have
is not what the world wants
an what the world wants
I have none......
all the time
I hear laughs...do this do that
iam sick of it....
of all the places I could be
I am where I hate to be
Standing on the outside



Poetry by Harikrishnan
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Written on 2009-05-01 at 16:29

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Kathy Lockhart
when we stand on the outside we get a new perspective. Yes, I know the feeling that you have so profoundly written here. There seems to be a time or times in our lives (perhaps all our life) when we feel so alone and misunderstood. Poets I believe share these times. Writing is our expression. Applause.
2009-05-02