Secrets

I don’t mean for it to happen

But when I sit in the secret room it always happens

I go in alone, always with some other intention

But I’m always trapped by someone with something to confess

I’ve been told of crimes committed,

Of secret thoughts,

I’ve watched my enemies cry in front of me

And I’ve watched my friends lose themselves to their emotions

It’s strange

Everyone always comes to me for advice

Their secrets and worries weigh me down

Why am I trusted? Why does my opinion matter?

I have no idea what I’m doing. Why do others trust me with their problems?

I fumble through other people’s issues, acting as a rock in the crashing waves, because that’s what they need

But really I’m a fish, swept up in the current, unsure of what to do, what to say

So many people come to me for help

Some of them I don’t even know

Why?