The walls have eyes
Sitting there with a blank expression,
My anxiety never would lessen.
They are silently watching and there they listen,
the walls have eyes though most may miss them.
Walls sit there and judge with their critical mind,
And it seems their ridicule is not hard to find.
Yes, the walls have eyes that's my own tale to tell,
now take a look around and you'll see them as well.
This poem is about:
Me