Swimming in immaturity

Feel a bit lonesome?
Talk with yourself... No questions asking-
To those, who knows?
What goes where?- I'm here.
Nobody goes where, I'm here.
Go fast,
Strong,
Steady,
But Weak, Wilted, Worrysome.
Whack!
Your shoulder, i've not grown older and nobody plans on it...
I've never planned,
Not for a million blankets-
Do they keep your personality warm?
Do they know you better than me?
Don't we all know misery?
I've thrown them all into the lake, the one with all the weeds and shame.
Weird you don't recall...
A simple act, but tall.
Where I used to play and continue to play...
For I haven't grown at all.