Maturity

It must be difficult for you
To always be right
To know all things
To be all things

It must be hard to be you
With all your wisdom
And insight
Just aching to get out

Do you find it hard to breathe?
When your ego is swollen
Like the pregnant belly
Of judgment?

I know I’m being harsh
I know I’m being cruel
I guess I just don’t “measure” up
You most certainly don’t “measure” inside

I suffer from stupid-girl syndrome
Or so I’ve been told,
But it is only stupid because
I see how you see me

But, I refuse to believe
In your insecurity
Or in your so-called-ever-present
Maturity