It's Time for the Eviction Notice

Although you are silent
To this visible world
An invisible cage,
You shelter a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.

If they were real people
They would be bipolar
Most likely have no friends
They'd surely be hated
And, with the shit they say
They might even be dead.

They keep me up at night
With constant arguments
That often times get violent.
And when words turn into fists
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.

They might pay their rent on time
But I'm paying a hefty price
Of an awfully lonely life.
No one will live near them.
It's about time they get out.
Can we please confiscate their keys?