Secrets

Im afraid this is becoming kind of like a journal. BAD. lol

I never thought I'd be privileged. I never thought I'd be the one who was chosen.

The confidante. 

The keeper.

The Vault of Secrets. 

And yet here I am, festering with a few whispered words, kicking around in my head. 

It burns inside of me, begging to be released, and I don't know what to do. 

Because the words affect me, as much as they could affect anyone else. 

The inner conflict that rages within me cripples me and renders my body useless, as I sit vacant eyed on the couch.

What do i do?

Obviously, I keep the secret. 

I have to!

It's a symbol of trust.

It gives me power that I have to control....

The power to destroy things at my will.

But I have to reign in that desire and control myself.

Cause don't you know?

We all have secrets

We have friends who try to keep them

But we should do the right thing

Not because our friends might tell our secrets

but because it's the right thing to do.

I'm still confused. Whatever.

Author's Note

I don't even know.