We met maturity with immature eyes

We met maturity with immature eyes
Told ourselves we were grown ups, but those were lies.
We played with new sensations like they were toys.
But we were clumsy and drunk, no grace or poise.
The one's we felt inferior to had done more,
But there was no way that this made them mature.
Corruption was not protection, reason was.
We learn from mistakes we're too stubborn because
We couldn't think, with the cocktail of hormones.
Really we feared failure and being alone.
We couldn't sleep, as monsters under our bed,
had been replaced with just the one in our heads.
We met maturity with immature eyes
Told ourselves we were grown ups, but those were lies.

The End

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