Growing Old Drama

What does this remind you of,
Something out of a high school drama?
We're all older and better than that,
Yet in this spat it all seems to come straight back.

Seriously all of this is worse than school,
The he said she said stuff gets old quick,
After all the years my skin has gotten thick,
And as I walk around here I know they're playing the fool.

This for that and all the one sided chatter,
You'd think after awhile it would all boil over or die,
Slowly realize that all along in your head it was a lie,
And then you'll look as follish as the funny old mad-hatter.

This is work, not a playground to run aground,
And now your bitching starts to hurt my ears,
Somehow it boils down to your crying over nothing,
And all your tears and angry breaths are wasted.

Have you ever stepped back and thought about it,
thought about anyone for more than two seconds other than yourself,
Yes your feelings were hurt and maybe your pride as well,
But maybe you should suck it up and put it aside.

Somewhere between now and then it went sour,
And you're left here to ponder it another hour,
Yet you really shouldn't dwell it'll hurt your soul,
That is if there is one left inside that black hole.