Fighting a Child's Impulse
Scolded like a child
frustration welling up
sharp and hard
roughing out all the smooth
the disrespect rang clear
reaction's of youth
fighting to take over
the hard learned adult
walk away
take a breath
or a hundred
cool the angry fire
burning at the surface
bury it until
I find the words
to navigate the minefields
just because I'm treated like a child
doesn't mean I have to act like one
frustration welling up
sharp and hard
roughing out all the smooth
the disrespect rang clear
reaction's of youth
fighting to take over
the hard learned adult
walk away
take a breath
or a hundred
cool the angry fire
burning at the surface
bury it until
I find the words
to navigate the minefields
just because I'm treated like a child
doesn't mean I have to act like one
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