the floor and wall

the twin brothers
that act like a concern mothers
always be there for me
during my rise and fall

the floor collects my tears
catches me when im falling
help me get on my feet
watch me stand tall

the wall are there for me
welcoming my fist of anger anytime
and let my blood and tears
painted all over them
and did not even understand

humans and them have something in common
both doesnt have any heart
but at least the latter doesnt stab you in the back
and say they always have your back