Childish Repreieve

What is it to be?
The first thing that is what you speak?
A complaint that arises
A foolish notion that sits still
A bratty standpoint that is a truth to thee
A silly thinking pattern that should not create this gap
What does it do besides shift the vision 
It is all but a momentary theme, and a sad one that should be lost
This thing seeming so unclean

This childish reprieve.