Growing Up

Whenever you look my way, I just want to walk right up to you and give you a good slap on the face. It's not anger. Not even sadness. Not anymore. Now it's nothing. It's only the fact that you're doing it again.
I laughed when your head shot up faster than lightning when they mistaked me for his girlfriend. I saw your shock. I found joy in it. Thinking, "hah. you lose." But nope. I have more maturity than you ever did. Probably more than you ever will. While you were playing your game, I was growing up. Realizing how much I despised you and how you manipulated people.