Unnoticed Euphoria

I wish I could get back that gaiety,

The one where I had none to show

When I am supposed to be high or low;

Where I could sing for myself

And had only me to engulf;

Where I can be content

Getting myself embarrassed would be

Another opening of my vent;

Where nor I expected

Neither my actions were inspected;

Where nothing called mental trauma

Disturbed my knowledge's aroma;

Where everything was fun

And nothing made me shun;

When I dressed up pretending this is the end

And followed nothing called trend;

Where I was my own

And had nothing to mourn;

The one where I was a CHILD

And did everything considered WILD.