Whispers Running

Are a whisper.
Are locked away,
In a hidden box.

People we trust,
Share our secrets,
Turning the secret,
Into a rumor.

Rumors make people talk,
And soon all know,
People talk behind your back.
They point and make judgments.
They think they understand.

To keep a secret a secret,
Keep it to yourself,
I mean who can you really trust.
But my mama told me,
If you need to share your secrets,
Tell it to your pillow,
Because that's your real best friend.

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