Anonymous Cries

What happens between these walls stays between these walls,the walls that my head are too familiar with,i've had shortlived rendezvous so often that I know wonder if these walls feel what I feel inside,something I will never enlighten a soul about It seems like I "fall down the stairs" a lot these days,the same way my tears tumble down my face insignificantly After all it is a frequent ritual,resist,my meeting with the walls is scheduled and the Nile river flows These anonymous tears will forever flow,singing the cliche song of a broken home