Soliloquy of a Grown Woman

I am exhausted; Tired of all of the childish games, The bickering, The lying, The constant putting down Of anyone That crosses your path, That gets in your way – No matter who they are I am past the point Of caring What happens down the road, If we survive This chaotic, Distraught, Revolting, Mess That you started, Despite the Empty words that leave Your lips. This started with you, Your bickering, Your belittling of My sister and I; Or from you Standing there, Egging it on, Like the cowards You all really are Because I am different Because I am small, Freckled, Geeky, Red-headed, Just different From you And your Delusional Ideas Of what I should be, Of what I am not And never will be I am strong, I am mature, I am a grown-ass woman And you, You are weak, You are immature, You are a poser, A wanna-be And you will never tear me down again.