Fistfight

Biting my tongue is not what it’s like

Bury my body and write what’s unresolved on a chalkboard

And have the kids try to work out my problems

You can see enough to know what’s hardly there

But sometimes you crash anyway

If I don’t tell you how I feel

I already have a foot out the door

If I’m going down, it’s for real

It’s not with a smile, no

It’s a fist fight in a park

I stop short of telling you to leave

Are you on someone else’s hook