Mature

He often let me down, 

I was like his clown. 

This thought plowed me to deep,

Letting me at his shadow to peep

Desired attention took me at him to cure... 

With his frowny peak I was declared "immature"..... 

Immaturity covered me with layers like pile;

But he never understood the reason behind my fake smile

Leaving the virtual world behind, I became blind...

The cycle continued but he was never kind

Still, these painful groans couldn't be cured

It made me harsh! And the world called it as "mature"