Lost

Judge me not by my appearance,
Or by what it seems I possess-
Virginal mind, simplicity;
For neither I own, truly.
Chaste and innocent, what I seem to be;
But thoughts within, and hidden emotions,
Obscure sarcasm, thick hypocrisy-
Prove it otherwise, while guilt emerges.
Once blissful, once content,
now sadistic, now depressed;
Once naive, once ignorant,
still naive, still ignorant.
A seeker of lost puerility,
A hunter for lost felicity;
Craving for a sense of belonging,
Aching for youthful lost innocence.

[Written when I was 14]