I joked " that's mine " you throw it down you stomp away you slam the door
" I'm kidding " I shout you're silent you're distant you laugh no more
" grow up " I scream temper rising Anger growing I walk away
" grow up " I repeat to myself to my inner child that spoiled today
Arguing with my daughter over a sausage roll, how quickly a joke can become a row. Childish I know but I hate myself all the same for losing my temper.