Their voices
Their arguments
And their cruelty
Pierces my ear drums,
And it hurts
And I can't breathe,
Why can't they just be adults?

Why am I the adult?
You don't need to fight every battle
That comes your way.

You don't need to pick a fight
With everyone.

I don't understand,
I'm an adult.
But not quite as old as you two are,
But you're acting like children,
And not in the fun way.

It's not that difficult to get along
With each other,
I don't understand.

In the scheme of things,
Your offenses are not so bad,
There have been many
That are much, much worse.

But you fight like cats and dogs,
Nothing is your fault,
Has to be the others.
I don't want to be you,
I don't want to be this,
I don't want to become
Unforgiving and cold,
With pent up frustration
That festers and turns to rage.

I don't want to be
Cruel with my words,
Taking every chance to jump down
The throat of someone I claimed to love.

I refuse to be like that.

And I refuse to talk back.