Small ones, big ones, even mid-sized ones,
everyone has them;
hoping to contain them,
but they're just bursting to come out.

Helpful, hurtful, not really sure
telling the secrets may be the cure.
Secrets grow like a tree,
seedlings at first.

They take on a life of their own,
Growing, growing till they reach the sky.
Secrets are like a ticking time bomb
and the fuse is lit when secrets are told.

With loose lips secrets spill.
Like a waterfall running downstream,
like a leak from a faucet dripping slowly
until the pipe bursts.

Secrets are no longer secrets if more than one knows.
Damaging one friendship at a time.
Tears, regreats, a little too late.
The pain they cause never fades.