Summary: A fictional adult pauses before answering a hurtful joke, then says plainly that it hurt without returning an insult. Anger remains and no reconciliation is assumed. No private or autobiographical event is asserted.

That careless joke was ringing in my ear;
I had a sharper answer, quick and clear.
I took my coat and stood outside a while;
No need to fake an easy little smile.

The words can wait behind my teeth;
A steadier voice is underneath.
I haven't let the hurt go yet;
But I won't add more words I might regret.

I came back in and asked to have my say;
I kept the little cutting jokes away.
I said, "That hurt," then let the silence stand;
No easy peace, no answer close at hand.

The words can wait behind my teeth;
A steadier voice is underneath.
I haven't let the hurt go yet;
But I won't add more words I might regret.