A/N: Hi everyone! This is just a sonnet that I wrote a few days back and it is based on a true story. About two or three months back a man who is ten years older than me (and who's a friend too) said that I was immature for my age as I liked going out with my parents and spend time at home rather than going out - he said that a family outing is a nightmare for a person the age of 15. I was kind of upset about this and strange to say I didn't have a go at him at all as he wanted to understand me a bit better and to help me with things in life. So this sonnet is dedicated to my friend.

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Immature

How dare you call me immature when

You know I’m almost twenty?

Just because I don’t go out

Smoking, drinking, partying

Doesn’t mean I am immature

Everyone learns lessons

At some stage in their life

So just let me be and I will

Learn things in my own time

I admit that I do have a hell

Of a long time to go but

I know I will grow up

And encounter different experiences

But have some faith in me

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A/N: Please review – whether it’s good, bad or just even constructive criticism. Criticism would only help me improve my writing. I want to hear your opinions on this :)