Never Growing Up

why do they tell me to grow up?
i want to stay the way i am
don't want to change my ways
suiting the supposedly
my emotions are on a dynamic
don't feel like becoming mature
i laugh out loud
crack jokes at the peak of silliness
i throw tantrums
break things venting out my anger
i fear the uncertainty
and cry like a baby

when sometimes
when i fail
when i couldn't achieve
explode it all out
what's the use of growing up?
never shedding a single tear
finding a corner and drinking
your fucking laments away
rotting to therapy, wasting away to a shrink

i am ruling out all possibles of growing up
don't want to become mechanical
i am just the way i want to be
the world might rant about my ways
i might turn into a mockery
but that's the way i am
the way i was
the way i forever will be
and if your too mature
too grown up to handle this deal
the door's open, feel free to leave