Grow Up

I’m so sick
Of your attitude
Not sure what I did to deserve it.
And would it kill you,
To be civil?
Sure I have my faults,
I don’t deny it
The way you claim I do.

You can’t seem to get your life in control
And it feels like you’re blaming it on me.
Yes I complain, I scream, throw fits
And I know I’m pessimistic-
(realistic)
But is it really enough
To deserve your bitchery?

So grow up-
You’re older than me,
Act like it.
Life won’t always go your way
And you need to get used to it.