i feel forced to invade your privacy,
i feel a hammer inside my lungs
and it feeds off of your lies
and it feels like i am going to collapse
and it seems i am right back where i started.
What makes this poem almost haunting in a way is how it doesn't seem angry. These are the kind of words that usually lend themselves to anger, but I don't get a sense of that here. All I read into this is sadness, and that's more powerful than rage in this case. Stunning.
