Venting Within These Walls Poem by Fallen Pieces

I always look toward blank Walls as my consolation
because I knew I'd never be wrong to them
They'd never talk back or criticize; never interrupt
They'd just be there to listen
If only my Walls could talk...
No, no..I'd rather they not
I have way too many secrets buried in those Walls
for them to have the ability to utter even the gentle hum of a whisper
It's not like I can't express myself; I do; in writing most of the time
But I'm just like every other human being out there:
I bleed, therefore I am
I hope, therefore I dream
I cry, therefore I hurt
I smile, therefore I have the ability to be happy

Yet, there are always times that, sure,
I find myself running back to that safe-haven of mine,
that little corner inside my mind,
which I find, is the coziest and most comfortable place for me to hide away in
I don't have to deal with any person's agony or pity.
I just have to listen to my heart beat; THUMP, THUMP!
Whether fast or slow; THUMP, THUMP!
Feel the tears as they slide down my cheeks
and taste the saltiness of them as they trickle down my shivering lips
I can bury my head inside my hands
so the light won't burn my stinging eyes
You can say I dislike crying around anyone;
it's the emotion that leads to display the weakness in all us
I'll stick to these Walls as my savior
My thoughts; feelings; the adhesive to my sensations