Secrets

I know too many I wish I could tell someone all my secrets Well actually they’re not even mine. All the secrets I know, are of others. People think I’m a bad person, because I joke a lot I’m not serious enough I talk too much. But honestly, if I don’t joke around If I don’t have people laughing, then I know All their worries will come alive. You see, people all have their own worries, but pretend not to mind them. But you see, maybe if I can make them laugh then they could stop pretending, even if it’s for just one moment. I know secrets that can hurt them. I won’t ever hurt them though. So I just hurt myself buried in the truth. Even though, I’m helping them they choose to think less of me. But they don’t know They don’t know that if I spoke If I told even one person the truth I could ruin everything. So I’ll just be silent again. I’ll let them talk because I am better. I am stronger. I am a good person, and I will never hurt others.