Woodlynn Sance

If the walls could talk
They would tell stories
Of my dirty little secrets
Subjecting me to judgement
For my vices

If the walls could talk
They would shed light
On my negative traits
Bearing my weaknesses in the open
Breaking me down in embarrassment

If the walls could talk
They would reveal
My unstable emotions
Spilling the beans on my peculiar traits
Surely, I would lose a trusted confidant