With a pink whiplash, 
there they go,

All the way south to my belly low!

A witness unnoticed,

to deeds so practiced.

Good or bad, I judge not at all,

For I'm a wall, 

unbiased and strong.

I stay high and proud

though roughened by time,

protecting those who trusted me long.

Those giggles and scribbles

that I had entertained,

have left me with shades of pink and grey .

Alas! They drive in screws and nails,

as if in mockery of my living space.

After all those years of various hues,

I chose to stay unseen by all.

For I'm a wall invisible yet strong!