When Maturity Hits Hard

There was a time when I was so real I would speak my heart out with everyone People would normalise my embarrassments and say, "Kiddo, that's pretty common". There was a time when I was so real I would never hold my tears after feeling hurtful I would refuse to talk to those who weren't familiar There wasn't any place for pretence out there. There was a time when I was so real Imitating everyone's actions gave a lot of pleasure but somewhere in the middle, I started lying and I was given long lectures to never lie in my future.... There was a time when I was so real 'Eat, Sleep and Play' felt so practical Playing with friends wasn't a special treat back then Screaming, Laughing, and scribbling on walls wasn't a great deal.... Yeah, that was the time when I was real I wasn't supposed to please everyone with a fake smile I wasn't even considered boring if I was hurt and kept quiet Why can't one be real and mature at the same time?