The things you do in private sometimes isn’t so private.
The walls are always watching.
They could expose your inner most secrets.
They could tell the world what no one knows.
How many secrets are you hiding?
I am hiding at least twenty.
Trying to keep composure through the storm,
feels like a hangnail that keeps coming back.
If these walls could talk, they would have so much
to tell. All the tears I have wept on my pillow,
have a reason behind it. All the anger that I carry around
have a reason behind it. Every smile and laughter
have a reason behind it.
These walls are always watching.