Its only me

I know I am immature,
I act like a baby at times,
But why can’t I?
Because after all. I am only a child.

I don’t like it,
When people expect too much of me,
Lay pressure on me ,
Because I am only a child.

I hate it when people,
Tell me stuff like grow up,
After all you never know
When it is all going to end.

The unexpected
is always round the corner.
And the thing,
I would never forgive myself to do,

Is grow old too early,
Act as if I am different,
Because I know I am immature.
But that is just me.

Others may look at me
 in a funny way,
Because I act differently,
But I don’t care at all. That is only me.