Hear all evils, do no good.

The walls have ears,

As well as eyes.

They've heard every one of my tears,

Every cry birthed from fears.

They've become subjected to mumbles and rumbles,

Caused by inner turmoils or tumbles.

They know the heart's wishes,

Every time I wail,

Longing for him to swim with the fishes.

They know of the struggles and plight,

Of all the times there was a fight or fright.

All knowing, yet silent,

And never violent.

The walls watch and listen,

With no sympathetic cognition.

When alone, with just those four walls,

They give nothing but blank stares,

Through all my disrepair and downfalls.

Hearing all evils, but doing no good,

Ever since my childhood.