The poem
How do you think I feel when you make me talk to you and won't let me stop till the words turn into a moan? Do you think I mind when you put your hand over my mouth and tell me not to move so you can "hear" it happening?
And how do you think I like it when you tell me what to do and your mouth opens and you look straight through me? Do you think I mind when the blank expression comes and you set off alone down the hall of collapsing columns?