I just punched a wall for the first time. There is a first time for everything it seems, including the physical assault of an inanimate object. I wonder if the wall feels pain. It is a stupid question, but if it could I’m sure it would be very upset with me right about now. So, i ask again, Does the wall feel pain? Does it stand there, emotionless, numb and unmoving? I’d hope not. Does the wall watch as it’s classmates walk past him and feel nothing? Does the wall observe, emotionless as the noise becomes too much to bear, and does he cup his hands around his ears to make the noise as numb as him? Does the wall blast music into his brain to silence thoughts he ought not be thinking? Does the wall get lost in fictional worlds of his creation, and fall, begging on his knees for something, ANYTHING to happen so he can escape? Or, does the wall sit there, and take the beating. Does the wall accept its fate and allow people like me to extinguish their anger upon its solid surface. Allowing the blood stains and shredded skin to decorate its cold exterior?

I sit, and stare at my bloodied knuckles, now adorned with the crimson rage. I wonder if I, feel pain? It is a stupid question, but if i could, I’m sure I’d be very upset with me right about now. So, I ask again, Do I feel pain? Do I stand there, emotionless, numb and unmoving? I’d hope not. Do I watch as my classmates walk past me and feel nothing? Do I observe, emotionless as the noise becomes too much to bear? Do I cup my hands around my ears to make the noise as numb as I am? Do I blast music into my brain to silence thoughts I ought not be thinking? Do I get lost in fictional worlds of my own creation and fall to the floor begging for something, ANYTHING to happen so I can escape? Or, do I sit here, and take the beating? Do I accept my fate and allow others to extinguish their anger upon my solid surface? Allowing my blood stains and shredded skin to decorate my cold exterior?

So, I ask you

Does the wall, feel pain?