The Lecture

Angry shouts,

Uncomforted tears.

We take turns yelling,

Hearing, never listening.

I am always the one to blame

The wisdom placed upon you age

Makes you impervious to change

-But not me.

I couldn't possibly understand

An "adult" when convenient for you

But mostly a "child"

The opinions of which are beyond consideration.

A "conversation" that turns into a two-hour lecture

Your thoughts never interrupted

Mine always challenged

The thoughts behind my tears are vanity.

In the end, what do we have

But a sore throat and puffy eyes?