IMMATURE

I'm mature right? Right, of course I am.
Most people act like cool, modern kids. It will be telling a pig trying to be skinny.
My old friends. Who thought they were cool. Just embarrassed me. Just go with the flow. Just be yourself. Right, that was a big success. Not.
Always going to go with that flow. Cracks form on me. My true self leaks through. Like a dam breaking.
The people around me pretending they know all the lyrics, to some song.
Usually, I roll my eyes. Now, those kind of people are everywhere. Blah, blah, blah. Hard to ignore.
Right now, I'm painting over those ugly cracks, trying to ignore it all. Was I like that? Oh...right. I was, wasn't I?
Everyone's like that at some point. Now. Now is just the time to paint over those ugly cracks.