You feel me,
as a possession
gained to service to you,
abused,
hit,
left alone.
But do you feel me?
Because I am free.

You need me,
as a child
near to you,
bleak,
faithful,
humble.
But do you need me?
Because I am strange to you.

You love me,
feel me,
see me,
need me,
so,
as you want.
But you do not recognize
your Walls?
Because I am another one!