When do you know you have grown up? When the urge to hurt back is so high, That your temples are throbbing. You cannot breath and you can feel the blood rising in your veins. All you want is, to give them the taste of their own medicine. You know you have not done anything wrong, At least not enough to get it on your face. You can prove yourself right and shred the argument Even shred the other person into pieces. You have never been talked back to, And here you are, being screamed at. Being humiliated, and how! And you take it all, not ‘give it back’ Walk away, because that is the only graceful thing to do. Get that dirt off your shoulder, After all, no one is worth it! Yes, you have grown up. More so, when ‘he’ walks in the room Takes your face in his palms And asks for forgiveness. Forgiveness for not being able to protect you. For not standing up and punching them in their face. For