IMMATURE? NO, I'M MATURE

Maturity is something which Has come and gone with me. I am a man - but then can be A boy again, you see. Sometimes, I can set aside My adult obligations... Trading them for short-lived fun In said sad celebrations. Something deep and within me Is triggered in my mind. This, I ask - is what I seek In life so hard to find? Maybe so, and why I choose To often make a task Out of escaping who I am By putting on a mask. Saying this, I am aware There is another choice... This depends on me more so To speak and use my voice. How will anybody know If I do not express? Keeping it inside leaves me With nothing to address. I know that I am good enough And that I will succeed As long as I keep this in mind... That I am all I need. Being immature will not Get me anywhere. Instead, deciding to man up Is sure to get me there.