To the Faces In the Wall

To the Faces In the Wall


To the faces in the wall: 

You never bothered to hide yourselves; no one cared that much for walls anyways. They turned a blind eye towards you.

That’s cheeky, you know.

I watch you all the time, but it never seems to bother you at all. Why should it? Who would believe that the walls really did have eyes and ears–that there were people living within them . . . People they couldn’t see?

I watch you all the time. Do you watch me too?

Or do you really care?

As for myself . . . I’m not sure what to feel, or even what to think about this.

It only scares me when I sleep.