I’d rather be punched in the face
than endure the fake smiles,
the winks, nudges, and whispers.
I’d rather you take a hard, heavy hand
and knock out what sanity I have left.
Take a swing, and with it
spill my blood,
break my bones.
For I’d rather you knock me to the ground
with a direct blow
than prop me up with lies
and devious words.