Lost

I am lost and I wish to be found. Found not by anyone else but me.
I am found by everyone else but lost only to myself
Everytime I thought I was happy, there was an equal time I was sad.
Many a times I looked in others for that tiny glimmer of happiness of mine,
Truth I realise is happiness is mine to make,
My life mine alone to live, with joy, pain and everything in between,
Everyone else is just a passer by.
We all hope to be understood in this measly, insignificant life of ours,
By Parents, teachers, peers, superiors, coworkers but some days by ,
those called our friends;
Sunshine they say is within us all; the power to keep us happy,
Yet somedays as far as I can see there are only clouds dark and gloomy;
Most days are good, wonderful even, but the melancholy is as addictive as cocaine,
Friendship is extended often but trust, the true raw unconditional and nonjudgemental kind rarely,
What are the odds it is not accepted or rather misunderstood?
They say love is uncondtional but it almost never is,
Neither am I nor you right, I do not wish to prove it so,
Yet if you did ever care, I hope you wouldn't either.
Somethings do not need proof, just trust, love and care.
Yet you did ask for it, and did not care to look.
I hope you find peace, and I hope I do too.
I hope I find myself surer and stronger,
Never to be lost again.





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