Whisperings within these walls

Fikiranku seperti bertih digoreng, selalu kedengaran keluhan hati.
Seperti cacing kepanasan, hatiku kian berbisik. Tidak tenang, selalu gelisah.
Dah lah menjadi seperti pahat dengan penukul, hanya membuat kerja apabila diperintah.
Seperti telur di hujung tanduk, rasa semacam kedudukan tidak terjamin.
Adakah saya bagaikan duri dalam daging dia...

Translation:
My mind is frying popping corns, always hearing heart's constant whines
Like a worm squirming from heat, such is my heart's whispering. The inability to stay calm, always nervous.
Likened to a hammer and the huge nail, expedite on work only when instructed.
Like the egg balanced on the tip of a horn, I am insecure.
Am i a thorn in her meat...