These Walls Must Be Talking Poem by Rokket Grrl

Screaming in my ears and whispers in my head
Why is there crying when there should be singing instead
And I'm hearing things that shouldn't be said and words taken out of context
But you were wrong, which is okay: I wouldn't expect anything less
But when I'm all alone and crying in my room
And I'm all alone except for the darkness and the moon
So I'll gather my things and the broken pieces of my heart
That only grows more fragile every minute we are apart
But now because of my bitterness I guess it's better that I'm alone
And these Walls must be talking to me because I'm hearing words that aren't my own