Sympathy

RIEND, neighbor, stranger,as the case may be,You who are sitting in thestall next me,And listening also to this pitilessplayThat says for me all that I wouldnot say,And follows me, however I windabout,And seems to turn my whole lifeinside out:I wonder, should I speak and bethe firstTo own just where in my soul ithurt worst,And you revealed in yours the spotits flameScorched fiercest, if it might not bethe same.