When I am
desperately
trying to explain to someone what it is
I feel, and having managed to summon up little more than a plethora of
apparent contradictions, and
stumbling nonsense phrases, I
finally come to think that
nothing short of
cracking open my own chest with a crowbar and physically drawing my
emotions out one by one and arranging them neatly across the table like
display items at the local department store will do.
That is what comes
first to
mind when I think of
alienation.