Palms

There is another me who lives in the room next door
I often hear him beating against the walls trying to find a way out
Sometimes I beat back to comfort him and let him know he is not alone
Lately he has taken up to screaming, so I now scream to comfort him
Both of us banging are open palms and screaming in harmony
Lately he has not given me much rest
So on we go screaming together till one of us drops and then the other may have peace