Ma(d)ture?

August 27 is come closer.

It's too soon for me to reach this age.
From 16 to 17.

17 means I have grow old.
But, I hate being mature.
I hate 17.

I love my childhood.
I love my childish attitude.
I love being a spoiled child.
How I still can hug my mom like I was a baby.
I don't wanna throw it away in the past.

I love being kids.
Kids don't have to think about the real life.
What they know is just play along day and always laugh without pain.

I hate being adult.
Adult do have to think about the real life.
What they know is just problems, pain, desperate, dissapointed and face the life independently.

Well, I can say that I'm not ready for 17.