Once I thought maturity meant
growing up and doing what I want.
Now it means doing what everyone wants
but pretending I wanted it first.
Maturity is learning
that life and happiness
are like distant cousins—
they meet only on festivals.
It’s realizing
I don’t hate cooking,
I just hate being told,
“Kitchen suits you.”
Oh really? Then why don’t you wear an apron too?
It’s knowing betrayal
never comes from strangers—
they don’t even know my passwords.
It’s always the close ones,
the ones who say “I’ll never leave you”
but forget to mention unless something better comes up.
Maturity is when you see
relatives smiling a little too much
when things go wrong.
They don’t need gossip shows—
my life is their favorite season.
And parents—ah, lovely people.
They say, “You’re our miracle!”
Yes, a miracle that happened
because someone forgot to count the dates.
Then there’s love.
You imagine flowers,
but get a rulebook instead.
Apparently “happily ever after”
means “Do everything they say or else.”
In the family, I’m the Wi-Fi.
Everyone depends on me,
no one notices me,
until I stop working.
You can’t live the way you like,
you can’t die when you want,
you just go on—
like a rechargeable robot
with low battery and high responsibilities.
And the cherry on top?
You help everyone,
listen to everyone,
stand for everyone…
but when you fall,
they’re suddenly too busy fixing their hair.
So yes—
Maturity is when you stop asking,
“Why me?”
and start saying,
“Of course, me again.”
It’s learning to laugh
while crying internally,
to serve food with love,
and to say “I’m fine”
with Oscar-worthy acting.
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Let me just say this was a great poem. I'm 14 years old and I still don't want to grow up. Being a grownup just scares me. And maturing is realizing that you're going to grow up eventually.
In the family, I’m the Wi-Fi.
Everyone depends on me,
no one notices me,
until I stop working.
You can’t live the way you like,
you can’t die when you want,
you just go on—
like a rechargeable robot
with low battery and high responsibilities.
And the cherry on top?
You help everyone,
listen to everyone,
stand for everyone…
but when you fall,
they’re suddenly too busy fixing their hair.
I really felt this part. When you grow up, you don't get to do whatever you want. People rely on you. PEOPLE NEED YOU! And you just want to say sometimes, 'where is my peace?' 'when is somebody going to help me?'
d. You’re expected to be kind, even when you’re hurting. And when you finally break down, it feels like no one even notices. That’s what growing up feels like sometimes—and it’s terrifying.
I wish more people understood that being strong all the time doesn’t mean you’re okay. Sometimes, even the Wi-Fi needs a reset.
That's why I value my childhood more right now.
You've just started teenage..I want you to enjoy it to the fullest. These days are very precious. Good luck and thankyou for reading
Let me just say this was a great poem. I'm 14 years old and I still don't want to grow up. Being a grownup just scares me. And maturing is realizing that you're going to grow up eventually.
In the family, I’m the Wi-Fi.
Everyone depends on me,
no one notices me,
until I stop working.
You can’t live the way you like,
you can’t die when you want,
you just go on—
like a rechargeable robot
with low battery and high responsibilities.
And the cherry on top?
You help everyone,
listen to everyone,
stand for everyone…
but when you fall,
they’re suddenly too busy fixing their hair.
I really felt this part. When you grow up, you don't get to do whatever you want. People rely on you. PEOPLE NEED YOU! And you just want to say sometimes, 'where is my peace?' 'when is somebody going to help me?'
d. You’re expected to be kind, even when you’re hurting. And when you finally break down, it feels like no one even notices. That’s what growing up feels like sometimes—and it’s terrifying.
I wish more people understood that being strong all the time doesn’t mean you’re okay. Sometimes, even the Wi-Fi needs a reset.
That's why I value my childhood more right now.
Hi, Alwaysea! Here's my review.
To begin, I really love how your poem feels relatable. maturity where I live really mostly depends on what you do and how much you sacrifice. It's sad how everyone dictates your life, dreams and future_ and calls it 'concern'.
I also like how you capture everyday phrases like “Why me?” and “I’m fine” and use them in the same ironic or sarcastic way many of us do. It hits harder.
This line about the parents - "Yes, a miracle that happened because someone forgot to count the dates." - comes accross as harsh though your tone fits the theme well. It really conveys the frustration and anger that come with being controlled alot.
I noticed alot of rhetorics like - "And the cherry on top?" - I also love the Wi-Fi metaphor. It's such a creative and modern image but I think more devices would make it more engaging.
Overall, this poem reflects a lot of people’s experiences perfectly and would captivate many readers.
Thank you so much dew