I like the idea that you present here, about people reading work that is about them, but that they might not have noticed while reading that it was about them. I’ve toyed with that notion in my poetry often - I’m sneaky though, I’ll show people poems, and ask what they think just to get the reaction. Of course their like: “yeah, I like it” but in reality it’s something nasty written about them. I guess I’m just mean that way. I like this, it’s angry, but in a calm way. (If that makes sense.)