I remember when I was an ideal
And sin used to roll off me
Like I was a kitchen surface
And you could prepare your food on me
For I was clean
innocent
and pure.
The sun was like a blazing ball of butter
And my bright blue eyes
Calmed and soothed
And people would find solace in me
I was obedient
unrebellious
pure.
One day I found a book
The sallow thin paper
Smelt of age
Smelt of decay
And the sense was intoxicating
For I was previously clean
and innocent
and pure
and I couldn't wait to escape.
I entered into another world
Of fantasy and wonder and expression and of unrelenting
Individuality and
True, natural, beautiful humanity
And my bright blue eyes
No longer shone with lovely manipulable innocence
For I was a vagabond youth and my
innocence and purity was slowly
deconstructed.
My hair grew greasy and lank
My clothes baggy and hanging and my
Thoughts deviated into the taboo
And the buttery sun turned into a blazing danger signal
Blazing with an encompassing fear
A siren from the heavens that
A mind has been freed tonight and is burning with intensity.

I felt liberated.
And the lovely clean, innocent purity
Was gone.

I really can't find anything negative to say about this one. I love the metaphors in the first 14 lines, and the rest is a perfect depiction of crucial youthful discovery that most adolescents come to. I can particularly relate to it because literature was my life-changing discovery when I was younger, and here I am now with my mind free and burning with intensity. Great job.