In the realm of maturity, I ponder and dwell,
Questioning if my growth has rung its own bell.
Am I not yet seasoned, with wisdom and grace,
Or am I still navigating life's intricate maze?

Do others see me as immature and raw,
Lost in a world where expectations draw?
Perhaps they judge by mere outward display,
Unaware of the battles fought within every day.

But maturity...