Game of Immaturity

This is a game to me now,
Your words are my entertainment,
Your actions are the shows,
You are a negative influence,

It’s time for your fuss since things didn’t go your way,
Always yelling, raging, and then the ignoring,
There is no silence for your rumors speak loudly,
You’re playing the victim hosting your pity party,
Isn’t it sweet how your tantrums go?

I must be a toy since you toss me away when angry,
You can’t control me so you assume I’m permanently broken,
Refusing to mend the strings you rather harshly complain,
You live in your own world so you set the rules,
Don’t you love how nicely you play with friends?

Once upset always seeking your isolation,
Stick your fingers in your ears never listening,
Refuse to talk you always mope in your misery,
You’re building turrets on your walls to force people out,
Don'tcha find it lovely how you accept the compassion of others?

Oh, how I find your childish ways amusing,
Like a game of guessing that I must play,
Will you be raging, gossiping, ignoring, or throwing me away?
Don’t you enjoy this game you made?
Since you’re acting like a child, I thought it’d be fun,
Want to be taken seriously? Then how about acting your age?
Your immaturity is my entertainment, so let’s play.